hack‧er /ˈhækər/–noun (dictionary.com)
1. a person or thing that hacks.
2. Slang. a person who engages in an activity without talent or skill: weekend hackers on the golf course.
3. Computer Slang.
a. a computer enthusiast.
b. a microcomputer user who attempts to gain unauthorized access to proprietary computer systems.
A person (usually possessing thorough knowledge in no single field), who is talented at devising superficial "fixes," which are nothing more than auxiliary work-arounds for problems which eventually have to be solved "correctly" by a "trained professional."
Hackers are self-motivated, and learn through experimentation and persistence, as opposed to through "traditional" means.
Computer hackers do not completely fit this definition. Due to the high artificiality of computer technology itself, computer hackers must be highly knowledgable before they can implement their first successful "hack." For them, "hacks" are the product of brilliant insight and thorough investigation, rather than the talent and natural law that go with hacking in more humanity-driven fields, such as entertainment or sports.
Chess masters have a similar level of mental discpline, although many hackers tend to lack the attention span necessary to be good at chess :')
Many people would tend to disagree, but then again many people are not skillful enough to be called a "hacker."
They're threatened, you know. It's funny to note that everyone else thinks of us as villains, maybe even terrorists (scary and damnably untrue as that is), but I would be lying if I didn't say we only had ourselves to blame. We let it go too far, and everything we did to free information has been used against us by our own people, and for profit at that! It was a disgusting thing, but we had to come to terms with it, and move forward.
Hi, everyone. I'm h3xc45t3r. I'm a neophyte, and that's only because I don't want to do anything I'm not sure about. I signed up for this community because I know I have something to offer it, and it may soon have something to offer me. This is my first post here, and I wanted it to be on Hacker Ethics. I want the people reading this community to know that, if and when we all do learn the skills neccessary to hack something, we don't do it for stupid reasons. These include getting even with your ex, weasling your way out of taxes, trying to prank a buddy, etc... If this is to be the beginning point for a large number of new hackers, I want them to know that hacking for profit and stupidity is reckless, and will get you caught. It's not cool, so if you don't hack for purely the freedom of information, don't hack at all. I know that message will be lost on a good number of people, but I want the few who do hear it to understand it. Soon enough, we will have the ability to enter remote systems, garner information about those systems, and leave quietly. We cannot use that for the obviously evil purposes that present themselves upon entry. If we do, then we will be no better than the people we fight against; and even if we don't get caught playing those Black Hat games, we might only realize we sold out when we find ourselves getting paid to develop spyware. Then what?
I'm going to stop preaching now. I just wanted everyone to know that we do have a higher purpose here, and to never lose sight of it. I'll leave you now with probably the most important document ever released to the Digital World: The Hacker's Manifesto, written by The Mentor more than 20 years ago. Read it, and Understand.
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.