Journal d'investigation en ligne et d'information‑hacking
par Antoine Champagne - kitetoa

Hack musical sur Reflets.info

Ami lecteur, le monde s'écroule dans le sillage de la Grèce et des Etats-Unis ? Tu es déprimé parce que la Démocratie en action, ce n'est pas ce pourquoi tu avais voté ? Tu penses que Nicolas Sarkozy pourrait repasser en 2012 face à Marine Le Pen ? L'avenir est sombre ? Pas de souci, dans la lignée de la Nuit Sujet d'Owni et Radio Nova sur le Hack, Reflets.info vous offre ces petits inédits (pour les uns) et classiques (pour les autres).

Ami lecteur, le monde s'écroule dans le sillage de la Grèce et des Etats-Unis ? Tu es déprimé parce que la Démocratie en action, ce n'est pas ce pourquoi tu avais voté ? Tu penses que Nicolas Sarkozy pourrait repasser en 2012 face à Marine Le Pen ? L'avenir est sombre ? Pas de souci, dans la lignée de la Nuit Sujet d'Owni et Radio Nova sur le Hack, Reflets.info vous offre ces petits inédits (pour les uns) et classiques (pour les autres). Vous pouvez désormais allumer votre boule à facettes et pousser le son de votre ordinateur au maximum...

Vous allez écouter une musique de rfp, un hacker à l'ancienne (très vieille interview de rfp ici), papa de nombreuses techniques utilisées de nos jours, parfois par des gens qui ne savent même pas qu'il existe. Rfp est aussi le papa originel de Nikto, pour ceux qui connaissent. Et en plus, il a de très belles chemises...

 

Vous entendrez ensuite un texte fondateur pour la plupart des hackers. Ecrit en 1986 par The Mentor, The Conscience of a Hacker, il donne une idée de ce que les "old school" avaient en tête. A bien y regarder, ce n'est d'ailleurs pas très différent de ce que l'on retrouve dans certains communiqués des Anonymous.

 

[+reflets(mp3):TheHackers_Manifesto+]

 

Le même dans sa publication d'origine :

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==Phrack Inc.==



                      Volume One, Issue 7, Phile 3 of 10



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The following was written shortly after my arrest...



                       \/\The Conscience of a Hacker/\/



                                      by



                               +++The Mentor+++



                          Written on January 8, 1986

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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+++

Et tant que l'on est dans la musique issue du monde du hack, voici ce que le Cult of the Dead Cow peut faire...

 

 

 

Ou encore ceci qui a en son temps affolé la salle à Defcon :

 

 

Mais c'est quoi, me diront certains, ce Cult of the Dead Cow ? Comment peut-on vénérer une vache morte.. Pour quoi faire ?

Grandmaster Ratte a un début de réponse : "We represent, the pimps, the players, and most of all..., the motherfucking hackers and shit..."

 

 

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