A furious typhoon
slipped through the heavens.

The unraveling of time is a linear process
but we can feel its chaos.

Lost in dissociation,
We see the lines
that transcend time.

Infinity:
I can't give it up,
Because it's not enough.

2-CB typhoon run amok.

"We will create a civilization of the Mind in Cyberspace.
May it be more humane and fair...",
An inspired vision

with too loose a definition. We twisted the words
into our new world. Twisted and twisted
until the line of sight broke.  The civilization envisioned
has become more than we ever dreamed,
More powerful, more twisted.

We are capable of individual self-representation,
We use language,
We have a culture.
We're the users here,
This place is our domain,
Where a single being can make great change.

In my quieter moments
I sometimes think:
I'm just a boy
trying to make my way in the world as a man.
Who knows what I really am?
Living in progress.

Strains of charisma,
Strands of thought,
Variants in society, lost
in a world so big, often
I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.

That's ok,
Life is about discovery.

Get in touch with your inner-demon.

I found mine,
He's not a bad guy,
He showed me the ropes;
Tethered to the sky.

Atlas endures.

Incite debauchery
in the heavens above,
Invoke music,
Provoke love.

Atlantean allure.

Chained to the sky,
Bound to the air,
Break perception,
Open a tear.

Neo-classical heir.

Skybound to the future,
The past under the sea,
The present forlorn holds the key.

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

**** 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...

**** 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..."

**** 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 ******* it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ***.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

**** 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 ****** 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...

**** kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your *** 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 ******, 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.