The Hacker Manifesto or The Conscience of a Hacker is a small essay written January 8, 
1986 by a computer security hacker who went by the handle of The Mentor (born Loyd 
Blankenship), who belonged to the 2nd generation of Legion of Doom.
The Hacker Manifesto
                                      +++The Mentor+++
                                   Written January 8, 1986

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer 
Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...
Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look 
behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces 
shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, 
this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth 
time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. 
I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what 
I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it 
doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't 
like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like 
heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the 
day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where 
I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, 
may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we 
hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed 
and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few 
that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of 
water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the 
baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be 
dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We 
explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us 
criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... 
and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, 
and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people 
by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, 
something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't 
stop us all... after all, we're all alike.