Hacker's Manifesto《駭客宣言》
Hacker's Manifesto《駭客宣言》
The Mentor (Loyd Blankenship)前言
本文章是在 1986 年 1 月 8 日,由 The Mentor (Loyd Blankenship) 在被逮捕後,發布在地下駭客電子雜誌 Phrack 上。為盡力保持當初作者寫作的時代背景且不破壞作者想傳達的信念,故原文會以當初發布的形式,也就是 ASCII 文字的樣態呈現。不會加以用 Markdown 排版、強調、渲染其原文的一切內容。
譯文的部分,請容許我不為各位翻譯。
一來是因為如果我翻譯了這篇文章,將會丟失原文所傳達出的意義(相信各位可以理解不同的語言的確會造成表達上的落差);其次我也認為翻譯此文有違作者希望讀者們能夠擁有的那種絕對的好奇心。你應該要閱讀原文。駭客文化本身就和英文離不開關係,並且在這篇於電子報上所發布的文章更是如此。作者的每個換行與斷句,都有他的用意。所以你應該要閱讀原文。
最後,也要在此聲明本篇文章是轉載文章,僅為了個人喜好而收錄、分享。文章最底部有作者版權資訊。該文章的所有權利歸原作者所有。
原文
==Phrack Inc.==
Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3 of 10
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The following was written shortly after my arrest...
\/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/
by
+++The Mentor+++
Written on January 8, 1986
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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 will-
ing 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.
+++The Mentor+++
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