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     Here are the great Mentor's last words. Courtesy of the Jolly Roger
     Cookbook.

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                             (\/)entor's last (/\)ords
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                          /\/The Conscience of a hacker/\/
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    Another hacker 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 behing the
    eyes of a hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces
    shaped him, what may have modified 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, the crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever.
    They're all alike. I'm in juinor high or high school. I've listen 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
    scewed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... or feel threatened by
    me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shoulnd'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 herion through an addicts veins, an eletronic is sent out,
    a refuge from the day-to-day incompetcies 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 talkied 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 tastless.
    We've been donimated 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.