---

---

I was watching a crystal clear dream, an eternity so tender.
A faint voice like the wind,
is calling me from up high in the sky.
If we fly off, we can go anywhere.

A fragment of the future
can be seen between joined hands.
Then in the light, everything, words and thought, sway back and forth.
I'll be sure to pass them to you, in the distance, without leaving anything behind.

---

Suki tooru yume wo mite ita yawarakai eien.
Kaza no youna kazuka na koe ga,
takai sora kara boku wo yondeiru.
Kono mama tobi tateba doko no datte yukeru.

Kasane ta to te no naka ni
chiisana mirai ga mietara.
Hikari no naka yurameita kotobamo omoi mo zenbu.
Harukana kimi made nokosazu tsutaete kitto.

---

透き通る’夢を見ていた　柔らかい永遠

風のような微かな声が

高い空から僕を呼んでいる

このまま飛び立てば　どこにだって行ける

重ねた手と手の中に

小さな未来が見えたら

光の中揺らめいた　言葉も重いも全部

はるかな君まで　残さず伝えて　きっと

---

---

I've been to a few protests in my day, and I commend those who give thier time to raise awareness for a cause that they believe in... but there is a wrong way to do it.  If someone doesn't want to talk with you about what ever you believe in, don't pester them.  It's not good form man! 

So I was walking down the street, and there were some people handing out fliers with dead babies on them...

 

Protester:  Sir, would you like some information about murder being commited here in Indiana?
Me: (taking a flier) Thanks, but I'm in a hurry...
Protester:  (blocking my path) Did you know that every year-
Me: (trying to walk around) I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry...
Protester:  (blocking my path, again) What is your opinion on abortion?
Me:  (giving up) I don't really have an opinion...
Protester:  Well what if you had to pick?
Me:  Well, I guess late term abortions are ok...
Protester:  (scoffing) How late?!
Me:  Like 20 years or so...
Protester: (jaw droppes)
Me:  Kids arn't worth shit untill they're about 18, so I would give parents 2 years to decide if they want to keep them...
Protester:  (stuttering)  I... Uhh... Wai-
Me:  (finaly pushing past)  I'm in a hurry.

---

---

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.