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The throbbing sound of propellers was hypnotic to Quentin. He sat on a bench within the Helicopter alongside his brothers in arms. Everyone was painting their faces with camouflage while others were checking their gear. He had kept his Pack Link off for some time since he was brought back into the ranks of Dies Ultimae for the mission. Thoughts of his Pack Brothers and thoughts of Annabelle spun through his mind. This was the last of it though. Soon they'd be on their way back to camp. Just one last extraction.
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'''The Conscience of a Hacker'''  
 
  
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The plan was easy enough. Extract a few known kinfolk who went on a mission to ease the suffering of the village's people (Classified: One kinfolk was Garou and they were moving in to cleanse the area for potential future operations). Communications from the village Kinfolk indicated that the cleansing was completed but that a local warlord was rumored to be coming through.
  
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The shout of incoming was only a few seconds before the impact. A rocket hits the tail of the helicopter and it begins to spin wildly out of control. Some of the Garou are thrown from the helicopter, landing in woods while others trying to lock their lines to the cable and descend. Quentin grunts as he slams into the pilot who is frantically trying to stabilize the craft.
  
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"''We're not going to make it!''" Quentin shouts as he draws a blade and cuts the safety belt from the pilot. "''Come on!!''" he pulls the pilot from the seat and attaches the other end of the line to the pilot's harness. "''See you on the other side!''" Quentin grins at the pilot as they both exit the helicopter. The pilot zips down the line but looks upward as the helicopter explodes while Quentin descends. The line severs and Q drops into the woods nearby in a free fall.
  
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They have not been heard from since...
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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.
 
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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.
 
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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.
 
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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...
 
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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.
 
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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
 
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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...
 
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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
 
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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.
 
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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
 
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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.
 
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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.
 
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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
 
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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.
 
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Revision as of 11:41, 18 May 2017

The throbbing sound of propellers was hypnotic to Quentin. He sat on a bench within the Helicopter alongside his brothers in arms. Everyone was painting their faces with camouflage while others were checking their gear. He had kept his Pack Link off for some time since he was brought back into the ranks of Dies Ultimae for the mission. Thoughts of his Pack Brothers and thoughts of Annabelle spun through his mind. This was the last of it though. Soon they'd be on their way back to camp. Just one last extraction.

The plan was easy enough. Extract a few known kinfolk who went on a mission to ease the suffering of the village's people (Classified: One kinfolk was Garou and they were moving in to cleanse the area for potential future operations). Communications from the village Kinfolk indicated that the cleansing was completed but that a local warlord was rumored to be coming through.

The shout of incoming was only a few seconds before the impact. A rocket hits the tail of the helicopter and it begins to spin wildly out of control. Some of the Garou are thrown from the helicopter, landing in woods while others trying to lock their lines to the cable and descend. Quentin grunts as he slams into the pilot who is frantically trying to stabilize the craft.

"We're not going to make it!" Quentin shouts as he draws a blade and cuts the safety belt from the pilot. "Come on!!" he pulls the pilot from the seat and attaches the other end of the line to the pilot's harness. "See you on the other side!" Quentin grins at the pilot as they both exit the helicopter. The pilot zips down the line but looks upward as the helicopter explodes while Quentin descends. The line severs and Q drops into the woods nearby in a free fall.

They have not been heard from since...

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