Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. «Teenager Arrested [bad word] Crime Scandal», «Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering»…
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] they teach us bores me…
 [bad word] 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…»
 [bad word] kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found [bad word]  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 [bad word] 
        Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here…
 [bad word] kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened… a door opened to a [bad word] through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day [bad word] 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…
 [bad word] kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike…

You bet your [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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.

                 Перевод:
Ещё одного поймали сегодня, это во всех газетах. «Подросток арестован за компьютерное преступление», «Хакер арестован за взлом банка».

Чёртовы дети… Они все одинаковы.

Но вы, с вашей трех-элементной психологией и техномозгом 50-х годов, вы смотрели когда-нибудь в глаза хакеру? Вы когда-нибудь задумывались что заставляет его двигаться, какие силы сформировали его?

Я — хакер, войдите в мой мир…

Мой мир начинается со школы. Я умнее большинства других детей, та чушь, которой учат нас в школе, скучна.

Чёртов недоносок… Они все одинаковы.

Я в средних или старших классах. Слушаю учительницу, которая в пятнадцатый раз объясняет как сокращать дробь. Да понял я уже. «Нет, мисс Смит, я не покажу вам мою работу. Я сделал её в уме…»

Чёртов ребенок, наверняка списал. Они все одинаковы.

Сегодня я сделал открытие. Я открыл компьютер. Секунду… это здорово!