The Meaning of Life...

We're all here to do one thing. Reproduce. You're bodies designed to do it. You have all the things that make you reproduce,
whether you're male or female. The only reason you're here is to carry on the human race. It's what every specie that's ever lived has done.
Then you're offspring will reproduce; we're only here to reproduce.
I suppose you could say that there's no point to life then.

You have your childhood, puberty, get a good job; but eventually everything ends. It ends in death. The happyness is over and you feel nothing.
Nobody knows what happens after death, but does it matter. You can't do anything, you're life is over. Everyone worries about death.
When they're going to die, you see in the movies, all those people screaming they don't want to die. Nobody does. But it happens eventually, to everyone.
And, although it's a scary prospect, it will happen to you and your children and their children, and very generation after that. That is the only reason to life.

We come and go in the blink of time's eye. We have a tiny lifespan compared to time. Or do we? You hear scientists going on about how long ago things were.
But what if they're wrong. What if, dinosaurs were really on this Earth for only a very short period of time before they're extinction.
What if, Earth has only existed for, say, 100 years before dinosaurs were around. But then again, what if, Earth has been around for ever.
The Bing Bang never happened, Earth's been around for uncountable years. Billions of billions of years, just floating around in space.
No one knows how long time has been, but the meaning of life is the one purpose of reproduction, to keep our specie alive.

After all, we are all alike...

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.