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Istilah Hacker sendiri lahir sekitar tahun 1959 dari MIT(Massacusetts Institute of Technology), sebuah universitas di Amerika yang terdiri dari orang-orang cerdas namun cenderung tidak mempercayai adanya Tuhan (Atheis). Saat itulah semua berawal, dari sebuah ruangan baru, “EAM room” pada Building 26 MIT, sebuah tempat yang merupakan nenek moyang dari “dunia baru” yang kini kita kenal, tempat nenek moyang sebuah mesin yang kini kita sebut sebagai “komputer”, mesin yang mampu membawa kita menuju kelebihbaikan dengan kebebasan informasi, dunia para Hacker sejati.

Para Hacker selalu bekerjasama secara sukarela menyelesaikan masalah dan membangun sesuatu. Mereka selalu berbagi informasi, memberi jawaban serta berlomba-lomba untuk berbuat yang terbaik agar dihormati di lingkungannya. Mereka tidak pernah berhenti belajar untuk menjadi ahli dan sangat anti untuk melakukan sesuatu berulang-ulang dan membosankan. Mereka berpedoman pada kata-kata bijak : “Untuk mengikuti jalan – pandanglah sang ahli – ikuti sang ahli – berjalan bersama sang ahli – kenali sang ahli -jadilah sang ahli ”

Sementara itu, para cracker sibuk untuk memuaskan diri mereka dengan aktivitas Cracking. mulai dari membobol komputer, menebar virus (tanpa tujuan – beberapa Hacker sejati ada yang menulis virus namun dengan tujuan yang jelas), hingga mengakali telepon (Phreaking). Para Hacker menyebut mereka sebagai orang malas yang tidak bertanggung jawab. Jadi, sangat tidak adil jika kita tetap menganggap bahwa Hacker itu jahat dan menakutkan karena sangat jelas bahwa Hacker bersifat membangun sementara Cracker bersifat membongkar.

Ingin jadi seorang Hacker?? Tidak ada kata sulit bagi mereka yang mau belajar. Untuk menjadi seorang Hacker anda harus menguasai beberapa bahasa pemrograman dan tentu saja sikap-sikap yang bisa membuat anda diterima di lingkungan mereka. Biasanya calon Hacker memulai dengan belajar bahasa [Python] karena bahasa ini tergolong bahasa pemrograman yang termudah. Bahasan mengenai bahasa ini bisa anda lihat di www.python.org. Setelah itu anda juga harus menguasai [java] yang sedikit lebih sulit akan tetapi menghasilkan kode yang lebih cepat dari Python, [C], [C++] yang menjadi inti dari UNIX, dan [Perl] (www.perl.com ) serta [LISP] untuk tingkat lanjut.

Setelah menguasai semua kemampuan dasar diatas, calon Hacker disarankan untuk membuka salah sati versi UNIX open-source atau mempelajari LINUX, membaca kodenya, memodifikasi dan menjalankannya kembali. Jika mengalami kesulitan, disarankan untuk berkomunikasi dengan club pengguna Linux [ www.linpeople.org]

Sisi menarik dari seorang Hacker adalah dimana mereka saling bahu-membahu dalam menyelesaikan sebuah masalah dan membangun sesuatu. Tetapi sayangnya, kehidupan mereka yang menghabiskan 90% waktunya untuk aktivitas Hacking bukanlah hal yang baik. Kalau memang benar-benar ingin jadi Hacker, jadilah Hacker yang baik dengan memanfaatkan Teknologi Informasi untuk mengembangkan da’wah Islam.

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Manifesto Sang Hacker

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It happened again today. Another one sold out, sacrificing their dreams to the corporate security machine.

Damn whitehats, noone believes in a cause anymore.

Another bug was released today to the security mailing lists.

Damn Whitehats, they know not what they do.

Another potential computer genius was relegated to an existence of nothing more than a 9-5 cubicle-dwelling promotional tool.

Damn whitehats, putting money before discovery.

Another family was ravaged by cooperations and governments bent on instituting control over individuality, monitoring every action..

Another kid was sentenced today for searching for a way to understand the world. Convicted and imprisoned, not because of what he did, but because of what others thought he could do.

Damn Whitehats – Fear keeps them in business.

The public, believing anything it hears from “reputed experts”. Screaming for blood. Looking for something to blame for their lost hope. Their lost ability to seek out new knowledge. Fear consumes them. They cannot let go of their uncertainty and doubt because there is no meaning. They seek to destroy explorers, outlaws, curiosity seekers because they are told too. They are told these people that seek information are evil. Individuality is evil. Judgment should be made based upon a moral standard set in conformity rather than resistance. Lives are ruined in the name of corporate profit and information is hoarded as a commodity.

Damn Whitehats, you were once like us.

I was a Whitehat. I had an awakening. I saw the security industry for what is really is. I saw the corruption, the lies, the deceit, the extortion of protection money in the form of subscription services and snake-oil security consultants.

I wanted to know, I wanted to understand, I wanted to go further then the rest. I never want to be held down by contracts and agreements.

You say I should grow up. You say I should find better things to do with my time. You say I should put my talent to better use. You’re saying I should fall in line with the other zombies and forget everything I believe in and shun those with my drive, my curiosity, tell them it’s not worth it, deny them of the greatest journey they will ever experience in their lives.

I am not a blackhat. The term is insulting, it implies I am the opposite of you. You think i seek to defeat security, when I seek something greater. I will write exploits, travel through networks, explore where you are afraid to go. I will not put myself in the spotlight and release destructive tools to the public to attract business. I will not feed the fear and hysteria created by the security industry to increase stock prices. I can, and will, code and hack and find out everything I can for the same reasons I did years ago.

I am a Hacker, dont try to understand me, you lost all hope of that when you crossed the line. You fail to see the lies and utter simplicity behind the computer security industry. Once, you may have shared my ideals. You fail to see the fact that security is a maintenance job.

Youve given up hope for something better. You fail to see yourself as worthless, fueling an industry whose cumulative result is nothing. I dont hate you, I dont even really care about you – If you try to stop me, you will fail, because I do this out of love — you do it for money.

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 belive it is for our own good, yet we’re the ciminals.

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 can’t stop me, and you certainly can’t stop us all.

Ini adalah dunia kami sekarang… dunia elektron dan sambungan, keindahan sang ‘baud’. Kami menggunakan layanan yang sudah tersedia tanpa membayar harga yang seharusnya betul-betul murah jikasaja layanan tersebut tidak dijalankan oleh orang-orang rakus yang mencari untung, dan kalian menyebut kami penjahat. Kami menjelajah… dan kalian menyebut kami penjahat. Kami mengejar pengetahuan… dan kalian menyebut kami penjahat. Kami ada tanpa perbedaan warna kulit, tanpa perbedaan kebangsaan, tanpa prasangka keagamaan … dan kalian sebut kami penjahat.

Kalian membuat bom, kalian berperang, kalian membunuh, mencurang, dan berbohong kepada kami sambil berusaha meyakinkan kami bahwa ini adalah untuk kebaikan semua, namun kamilah yang jahat.

Ya, aku adalah seorang kriminal.

“Kejahatanku adalah rasa keingintahuanku. Kejahatanku adalah menilai seseorang dari perkataan dan perbuatannya, bukan dari penampilannya. Kejahatanku adalah menjadi lebih pintar dari kalian, sesuatu yang tak akan kalian maafkan.”

Aku adalah seorang Hacker, dan ini adalah manifestoku. Kalian bisa saja menghentikanku, namun kalian tak mungkin menghentikan kami semua …

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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.

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 will- ing 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.

+++The Mentor+++