00110: A hacker wannabe...
By: CrossbonesSitting there, poised poorly and thoroughly tired before the contraption namely called a 'puter, his innermost desires to become 31337 was boiling up to an erotic climax within himself and misunderstanding for the whole conception towards the term 'hacker' was all that through reflection set his goal further than originally inspired...
His naivety was at first a vague blur and as he read the confusing words, his mind's innermost feelings often altered, not only slightly but constantly throughout his experience. Many a times his boredom and unfeelingness of life would cause him to succumb to a restraint in his academic education and sway it towards Unix.
"Get ya butt into bed you useless brat, or I'm gonna have ta learn ya... like mah pa learned ME boy!!"
"Sorry, dad... I'll go now..."
He arose from the 'puter, and upon switching it off, he proceeded to change into more appropriate clothes for sleeping. That night his feelings diverted from a contemplatious life in school to a more interesting life in which he called 'cyberspace'... pah, what a cliche. His dreams consisted of solely corrupting other 'puters on the net, to the extent recognized of only destruction. After having only learned the basics to hacking through a few pathetic files, which specifically described events of various people being arrested due to their common hobby, but warnings went unnoticed, he could not imagine himself imprisoned, and using pathetic techniques which resembled anything other than hacking to fuck up things he did not envision the beliefs of a true hacker and eventually screwed up.
Excessive reading... but the lack of creativeness within the fundamental basics of his mind, body and soul caused him to structurally juxtapose the cause he violently hoped and wanted, although he manifested the convictions and desires to contain such a poignant need to 'be somebody', not just anybody, but 'somebody' on the net, it was not enough.
The most discerning is the fact that erronous contaminations within his desires were wrongly founded and his priorites placed upon false conceptions of an 'leete's true desires unknown and uncontemplated throughout such ignorant wannabes, and therefore forcing a major downfall in the definition 'hacker' which alternately caused a growing number of hacker wannabes such as our lil' friend here arise.
Crashing systems with worms and viruses (learned only by step by step descriptions from other files), looking not for information but otherwise a source of pun towards others, and owing to his bad sense of humour and lameness whilst in use of his own ISP acount he eventually screwed up.
Shouts and screams, tight grips, painful, dragged, shame, thrusting and pushing violently... not only by the police who arrested him, but by his cellmates and uncomfortable companion in this hellish, tormentive room wheras he spent the rest of his short life, cherry and pride finally gone, the exit of biblical religion into a depressed life in which he commited the one and only return to sanity concurring with escape from mortal bindings led towards suicide by use of a razorblade to the pulp ripe wrist.
His naivety was at first a vague blur and as he read the confusing words, his mind's innermost feelings often altered, not only slightly but constantly throughout his experience. Many a times his boredom and unfeelingness of life would cause him to succumb to a restraint in his academic education and sway it towards Unix.
"Get ya butt into bed you useless brat, or I'm gonna have ta learn ya... like mah pa learned ME boy!!"
"Sorry, dad... I'll go now..."
He arose from the 'puter, and upon switching it off, he proceeded to change into more appropriate clothes for sleeping. That night his feelings diverted from a contemplatious life in school to a more interesting life in which he called 'cyberspace'... pah, what a cliche. His dreams consisted of solely corrupting other 'puters on the net, to the extent recognized of only destruction. After having only learned the basics to hacking through a few pathetic files, which specifically described events of various people being arrested due to their common hobby, but warnings went unnoticed, he could not imagine himself imprisoned, and using pathetic techniques which resembled anything other than hacking to fuck up things he did not envision the beliefs of a true hacker and eventually screwed up.
Excessive reading... but the lack of creativeness within the fundamental basics of his mind, body and soul caused him to structurally juxtapose the cause he violently hoped and wanted, although he manifested the convictions and desires to contain such a poignant need to 'be somebody', not just anybody, but 'somebody' on the net, it was not enough.
The most discerning is the fact that erronous contaminations within his desires were wrongly founded and his priorites placed upon false conceptions of an 'leete's true desires unknown and uncontemplated throughout such ignorant wannabes, and therefore forcing a major downfall in the definition 'hacker' which alternately caused a growing number of hacker wannabes such as our lil' friend here arise.
Crashing systems with worms and viruses (learned only by step by step descriptions from other files), looking not for information but otherwise a source of pun towards others, and owing to his bad sense of humour and lameness whilst in use of his own ISP acount he eventually screwed up.
Shouts and screams, tight grips, painful, dragged, shame, thrusting and pushing violently... not only by the police who arrested him, but by his cellmates and uncomfortable companion in this hellish, tormentive room wheras he spent the rest of his short life, cherry and pride finally gone, the exit of biblical religion into a depressed life in which he commited the one and only return to sanity concurring with escape from mortal bindings led towards suicide by use of a razorblade to the pulp ripe wrist.
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