miércoles, 18 de abril de 2007

The Conscience of a Hacker by The Mentor (January 8, 1986)



El siguiente texto es el tradicional manifiesto hacker de 1986. Citado en Hackers de Ian Softley, y reproducido en e-zines y webs de divulgacion hacker, representa el primer asentamiento moral y educacional hacia la cultura hacker con estructura definida. Por supuesto es una evolucion lógica de la ciencia ficción de los años 70 y el posterior movimiento Cyberpunk.

La creencia popular cree vigente el cyberpunk, pero en realidad, hoy en día está mas que difunto. Podríamos hablar de biopunk, steampunk y postcyberpunk, pero iremos por partes. Primero nos ocuparemos del corazon del movimiento Cyberpunk de los 80s y su conclusión lógica en forma de éste manifiesto.

Hoy en día puede resultar vagamente pueril y muy inocentón. Pero tened en cuenta la dimension moral de finales de los 80s y principios de los 90s. Recordemos que el referente cultural mas importante de aquella época es "Beverly Hills 90210, Sensación de vivir".


Hay ciertos elementos recurrentes 20 años despues. La importancia de la telefonía y la cultura phreaking (hackeo de sistemas telefónicos). Hoy en día es una de las 3 incógnitas en la ecuación de los sistemas de transmisión cultural actuales (mas de 40 millones de unidades de teléfono celular vendidas en España hablan por sí solas).
El segundo paradigma se refiere a la clasificación de la información y a su búsqueda. Una de las máximas de la cultura hacker es: "La Cultura QUIERE ser libre". Recordemos el episodio reciente de la matanza de 33 jóvenes en una universidad de EEUU. Las televisiones acudieron a Youtube en busca de los testimonios particulares que recogieron imágenes y las colgaron de forma autónoma en la red.
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Y quizá otros tópicos nacientes en aquellos años de manifiestos y acceso a redes de información, puedan ser referentes a educación neoliberal y formas de globalización tecnológica en proceso de gestación.

    • ==Phrack Inc.==

    • Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3 of 10
    • =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
    • The following was written shortly after my arrest...
    • \/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/
    • by
    • +++The Mentor+++
    • Written on January 8, 1986
    • =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    • 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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