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and Design, Wapmaster and Webmastering
RELIGIOUS VIEWS : Christian
LANGUAGES : English and More...
GRADUATE : Oxford of WapMaster
MARITAL STATUS : Single
HOBBIES : Programming Softwares, Reading, Chatting,
Browsing, Web Designing, Playing Soccer And Video Games etc..
Self Details
ABOUT ME : I am the ClickMaster , am very simple person, I like making friends....
FAVORITE QUOTE : Love is all u need in life
BRAVE
I am a Hacker and i jokes with Computers.
No Crime for
Scandal", "Hacker
after 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. ClickMaster
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