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Diary of a Hacker
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Part 1
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What I am about to write about happened in October of 1988,
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right after I had turned 16.
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Yes, I had a Computer.
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Yes, I was a hacker.
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Yes, this is my story.
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This story is all true. The events in the story are as real
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as the noses on your faces. Any attempt to change this story
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would be boring, and unnescessary.
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Hello. My Handle is The Cuisinart Blade, (I have since changed it)
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most people called me C.B., just as another nickname. I
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got into computers because I always had a knack for Games,
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Programs, Etc... I loved the feel of the keyboard as I typed,
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espically around Midnight, when School was only 7 hours away.
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That Dickhead in your 1st hour waiting to pick on you at the
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stroke of the clock. What little that he knew.
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I Loved the feeling of flying through the 'Net, talking to the
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other Hackers like me, always trying to impress one another.
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They came in all fashions of Handles: The Ax Murderer, Psycho,
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The Hacker Kid, Phobia, Etc...the list is nearly endless. And
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each with an utterly unique personality, so far advanced from
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the Morons we all remember at high school. I loved talking to
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these "Wanderers of the Wunderland" so much, I would call all
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over the united states just to do that.
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I remember back in 1988, 9600 was almost as uncommon as the
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newest modems of today. I loved to suck down that Jolt, turn
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on the overhead light in the basement, and hack until morning.
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Then goto school to have that enormus football jock try to
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scare me into submission. I will admit that, yes, he did
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scare me. But what a fool he was, thinking that pure brawn
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was power. Knowledge IS power. I never did good in High
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School. Knowledge is not there, it was in the 'Net! THAT
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was where I was a King. That was where I was a God. ANYONE
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who has truely roamed the 'Net or been in that type of world
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could tell you that, (Right, King Blotto?) hands down.
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I loved running home, or taking the bus, right into my
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basement! Homework? Bah! What a waste of time it was,
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compared to the thrill of Hacking? Homework was little more
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than review. I sat down and got onto my Computer and began to
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type. I called a rather large BBS in which, Hackers frequented.
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Nowadays they are considered "Wandering" Boards. They appear to
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wander because they change phone numbers all the time.
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Anyway, I called up my favorite Pirate BBS and went onto Multi-
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nodal chat to talk to the others about their exploits. Some of
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them had told me of their abilities to smash entire phone
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networks, others had told me of their A-Typical grade changes,
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(Yawn) But most of all I loved to brag. The unwritten rule
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in being a hacker, you're nothing unless you have something to
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brag about. At the time, I didn't, so I decided to get a name
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in the computer Hacking Club and do just that: Hack.
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At first I wondered where I should go, what I should do.
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I had no idea where to begin. I had been all over the world
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in the 'Net, and nothing to show for it, other than just knowing
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of everyone, or everything. I needed more. That is the answer
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to everything in the mind of a Hacker, the NEED to know.
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I decided to try something small.
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That night, my friend, (who I will call Dr.Antristo) and I,
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called up another Pirate BBS and Downloaded the number of a
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rather prominent business, (at the time) and decided to call.
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Our biggest fear was being traced, so we got togther and built
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what is nowadays almost routine, (from what I hear) a BOX.
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I made the call and found myself looking into a Menu System,
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that asked for a NAME, and Security ID. I had no idea about
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any security ID, or anyone who worked there, so I decided to
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Hang up and try in a day or 2, AFTER I did some "Checking Up"
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on their Company.
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Wedensday came and went, I checked into the Directory, and
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looked for a name, someone in the Company. Personal Passwords
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were not being used at this company, (and they STILL arn't)
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so figuring that out was not important, but finding out the
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MAIN USER SYSTEM PASSWORD was. No prob. After finding out
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about a fellow who worked their, (Name Withheld), I called
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again. This time the Menu popped up again, and I typed his name
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again it asked me for a System Password. I knew the Voice
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Number to the Company, so I dialed it on my regular phone line
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and got some reception lady, you know the type, not too
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bright, and just a tad naieve. I told her I was in the
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Data Processing Department and was new, and had forgotten
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the System Password. It took her all of about 10 seconds
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to tell it to me. She didn't even bother for proof. So
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with that in my head I went ahead and typed it: X77-SYS1a.
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I was in.
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My Buddy watched, as I began to move through the menus, I got
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to check out the General Bulletin Listing, several up-and-
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coming projects, (heh heh 486?) and even got to see who was
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late to work this morning. I wanted to get some specs on the
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new things they had instore for the Commercial Market, but
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I was unsure where to Download them to. I was fearful of doing
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that to my own house, so I figured I would find another place.
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After rummaging throught the place for about 15 minutes, I
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left. Personally, I was estatic. I had done it. I had
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gone into a rather large business and gotten to look through
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their system. But I needed proof, or so I thought. I wanted
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to show the Hackers of America, I was as good as them. I
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wanted what we all wanted. To be noticed and respected by
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the people who I would call my peers.
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Now I will admit that there were MANY who were far better than
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me. There were guys who didn't pay a penny for any phone
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calls that they made. Ma Bell was sure pissed! There were
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others who were what I and others referred to as Professional
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Pirates. These were the guys who not only wrote their own
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software, but Cracked anything they came across, knew were
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to get anything, and Just seemed to be great at anything they
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wanted to be. These were the guys everyone tried to be like,
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they were the Football stars, Homecoming Kings, and all-american
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heroes of the 'Net.
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To us they were as close to god as the pope.
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Turns out that they were no older than most, but they were
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smarter, or had a head start. These guys were, and many of them
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still are, unstoppable.
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I got talking to another Pirate later that evening, after I had
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gone into the Company Mainframe, and told him of what I had
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done. I thought at first he'd laugh at me, but instead, he
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practically begged me for that Password. He said everyone in
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this system at that moment would give me any Wares, (Warez for
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you newer Hackers & Pirates) I wanted. Within 2 minutes of
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telling this guy, (Handle: Omega Man) the Multi-Node Chat
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was filled with over 20 different Hackers, Pirates, and
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onlookers asking for the Password, offering me Wares, and
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other Numbers in exchange. One guy, I will call Harlock,
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offered me something none of the others could. The ability
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to USE At&t all I wanted for free. He said he would teach me
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how to use their LOOP Numbers and not get caught, also teach me
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to call other places, drop to their dos shells, and make hidden
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directories where I could put my "borrowed" Wares. All for a
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Password.
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I accepted.
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Without hesitation, he gave me a number to his "Wandering" BBS.
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I disconnected with this one, and logged onto his. It was a
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long distance call in the 216 area code. I didn't want to stay
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too long, otherwise my parents would get REAL mad.
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I arrived at the Logon screen to be greeted with an enormus
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ANSI of a Kings Crown. Followed by a System Password.
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The SysOp of the Board typed it in for me, and took me directly
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into Chat. He told me that AT&T has what are called LOOP
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numbers, numbers that are out of circulation, but can still
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be used. Billing is not used, because the company writes it
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off as an expense on their annual tax bracket as for Public
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Relations, or Advertising. They don't check up on them,
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because with over 500 Million Nodes, and lines in this country
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they don't bother with the "Lost" ones. (Currently there are
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around 75,000 LOOP Numbers in the 312/708 Area)
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He told me that in order to use one, you must find one, by
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what he called Garbage Screening. He told me that around
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where he lived they just chucked all the paper in the garbage
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bin and left it for the trash men on friday. (he thanked god
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that Recycling hadn't REALLY started yet) He advised me to do
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the same. Once I had the numbers, keep a blacklist of them,
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(of which only 1/4th still work to this day.)
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Then he explained how to do it. He said I was to dial the
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number, wait for 2 "Chimes" then hit the Shift and Ctrl buttons.
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With Modem, (I still don't know how, but it worked so I am
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telling you) it would give me a Dial Tone, and Wala! I could
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then proceed to call anywhere in the world, under AT&T's Tab.
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Then he asked me for the Password which I happily gave him, (I
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may be a white-collar crook, but I am an Honorable one.)
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After writing it down, (I guess) he told me I was welcome to
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look around his system. I thanked him for the Info, then
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Logged offline. I was Info Hungery!
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I had written the Directions for the LOOP numbers down and
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wanted to see what I could do. I told Dr.Antristo to power
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up the MouseMobile (His Jalopy) 'cause we were gonna go
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shopping this evening. 'Round midnight, Dr.Antristo and I
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got to Oakbrook, a rather large Communications Hub for the
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Greater Chicagoland Area. AT&T had just thrown its garbage
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away and there was no one around. I walked over to the bin,
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with Doc' in the Getaway Mouse, and looked for any kind of
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security measure. It had a padlock, that was no where to be
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found. I pushed the door open and took a look. Bags of
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paper and more bags. From what Harloack had told me, I
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had hit the jackpot. I climbed in, (You must understand, that
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this was the cleanest garbage I had ever seen) and began to
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look for anything that had to do with numbers. I also grabbed
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a pair of hefty bags full of paper with what looked like numbers
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then got to the car and we returned home.
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I dumped all the stuff onto the floor and began to rummage
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through it. I found a lot of office memos to call some
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Steve guy, and letters of recommendation, as well as a few
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Resumes'. Then Luck. A list of numbers that were said to
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be disconnected or transferred to station (52?) for standard
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procedure. Another list detailing numbers offline or as it
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put it, "Out Of Circulation". At last, O.O.C.'s!
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I wanted to know, I had to know. I put one of them into my
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Telix Directory and ran it through. After a few seconds of
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prayer, I heard a high pitched noise, almost like a Modem,
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but it was off a few bars. Then I heard what I can only
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describe as a "Chime", then another...I hit the Shift and Ctrl
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Keys, and what almost sounded like Line shifting, I got a dial
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tone!
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Success!
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Dr.Antristo and I ran about the room hollering and yelling our
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thanks to the great Jolt god and we sat down at the computer and
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typed in the name of a Long Distance BBS, we could never call.
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Again, Success. It didn't connect because it was busy, but
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it went back to Dial Tone again, and we tried another.
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The BBS was called Crystal Palace, and it was somewhere in
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Canada. We logged into it, ran through the usual newuser crap
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and spent an hour talking to the SysOp, who was watching us at
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the time. We decided not to try again, until the phone bill
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came for the month.
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1 Week later it arrived. I tore it apart to find all long
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distance calls done. Only one to my Aunt Kathy in Michigian!
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The rest were Local! I was so happy I didn't care if my father
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was yelling at me about opening his mail. I called Dr.Antristo
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and told him the great news. With this, we could do some real
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neat things, like call all those other Hacker Boards we could
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never reach.
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We decieded to call the most intresting on your list, one
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called ToC: The Obsidian Crackhouse. It was in Germany,
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a place where there seemed to be a ton of Elite Pirates.
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We dialed into the LOOP Number and then made the overseas call
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Connect 9600Bps!
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We tied into the BBS to find that we couldn't access, it was
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a Private BBS. So we settled for something in our country,
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a place in the 404 Area Code. A BBS called The Nutcracker
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Elite. We got in and "Registered" No, we wern't Cops, No,
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Not Federal Agents, Etc.. then we looked around to see what
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this guy had. Files I had never seen before, stuff from
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England, California, Germany, Holland, Ireland, Etc... Lists
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so long I couldn't believe what I was looking at. I wanted
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to Download everything I saw, but I was still afraid of what
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might happen, trying to do that. So I figured I would give
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ol' Harlock a Call.
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I finally got ahold of him on a Friday night, around 1 in the
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morning, and asked him what to do. He told me what he did.
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He would use the LOOP Number, then call another Company, drop
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into their DOS, create a hidden Dir, then call out again, under
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THAT Companies Number. It boggled my mind, so I had him
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explain it again. The LOOP Number worked for you in several
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ways. If you use a LOOP Number to call out, if you call from
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another HUB, it would look like you were calling from that area.
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So anyone Tracing would track it to that location, and if they
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were good, they would only get as far as the LOOP Number
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origin, in which case you use another number. He warned me
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that the BOX was the only thing keeping AT&T from running a
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trace from their "Hidden" Line to my house. So I continued to
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use it.
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That night I called some bank in the 804 Area Code. Found their
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General Logon Password, (from a Hacker in Vermont, thanks HAL!)
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and proceeded to drop to DOS. I looked at their inferior setup,
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all memory and nothing to show for it. I created a Hidden DIR,
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then exited and called out from that location using one of their
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company lines to another BBS in the 213 Area Code, a BBS named
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Psychotic Interlude. I got online and D/L'ed as much as I
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could. (A whopping 3 Files)
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After Disconnection, I did another D/L to my house through the
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LOOP Number. It worked. The entire evening I was online at
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one place or another. I had gotten about 15 Meg worth of Wares
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from around the country. This Bank had so much memory it never
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would have missed it. (BTW, I never Deleted any of it so if you
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want it, you gotta go get it. ;) )
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I was really beginning to enjoy this. The following evening,
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I went online at my usual Hacker hangout and chatted with a
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few guys, the topic of the day was someone in Georgia was saying
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that he could take down the entire Phone Grid in that state.
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And after doing what I did, I belived him.
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October 24th, 1988
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I went to Dr.Antristos house to pick up the software of what
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we hoped to be our new BBS. I wanted to be a SysOp. Too
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bad that he didn't have it.
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After discussing what we could do with our abilities, we
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wanted to see if we could get into a Large Corperation.
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Watch out world, we were arriving!
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That night, after slurping down a 24 pack of Jolt, we
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listened to some Black Sabbath, and Led Zepplin, (my favorite
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song by them is Cashmir on Physical Grafitti Album) we
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entered the world of the Hacker.
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We went to our usual LOOP Number and then dialed into a
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Corperation in Chicago. (The name of which is withheld,
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but I'll give you a clue, its a Computer Company Named IBM)
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Well, we got to their commercial menu, where they tell you
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all about their products, (Yawn) and how they're the best.
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If they were smart they wouldn't have agreed to giving
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royalties to the creator of their Logon Program for all
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IBM Compatibles, and Regulars. (Incidently, the guy who
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wrote that is now worth 8+ Bil)
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Anyways, we managed to snoop into General Information, but
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Dr.Antristo and I wanted more. We wanted much more.
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So I decided to try that Newbie Crap with the Reception
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lady again. I figured that if it worked once, it would work
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again.
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The lady, who turned out to be a male night security guard,
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scolded me for calling so late, and muttered something about
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yuppies and their late hour workings. He looked around on the
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desk of wherever he was and gave me a Password to enter the
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IBM Mainframe, (I still laugh at this chucklehead they had hired)
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and in less than 20 Seconds I was looking at Commands for the
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Office. Turns out he gave me a Password that is not for General
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use. I got an Office PW.
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I was looking at a menu that asked me if I wanted to shut off the
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lights! I gave out a manical laugh! I was god, I was immortal,
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I was....Hacking. I decieded not to turn off the lights, but
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I wanted to look at future projects slated for the next year.
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After browsing around, I got bored and looked into the security
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matrix, and found a universal password and name collection. I
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was feeling a bit evil that evening so, I switched, added, removed,
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and changed some passwords...heh heh. Cruel to the people who
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think they're tough shit!
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I left IBM with a big grin, and a lot of experience. Dr.Antristo
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told me that we ought to go after other things. I wanted
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to know so much about everything, so I had it in my head I
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was going to do just that.
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Only thing was, how to do it!
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Look for Hacker2.zip for the continuation!
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Another fine Text of the -=M*A*S*Q*U*E*R*A*D*E=-
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Diary of a Hacker
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Part: II
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My Handle is The Cuisinart Blade.
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I am a Hacker.
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This is part 2 in a three part series about my adventures as
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a Hacker. The events in these Text files are very real. They
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are written as they occured. All people in this have had their
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Handles changed, (unless otherwise specified).
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-To continue where I left off...
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I sent Dr.Antristo home after our "encounter" with IBM. I loved
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the fact I had entered one of the biggest Corps in the World!
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It was about 3:34 in the morning, I logged onto the Lunacy in
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the Abyss BBS, and went into the chat with my peers. After talking
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to them at length about my "Discoveries", I found them all asking
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me for the Passwords, and how I managed to get that far. I told
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them that only an EXPERIENCED Hacker could do such things...I will
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admit, I was up on myself. (shame) These others, all 13 of them,
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were in Awe. For once I was in the lead, I was able to scoff at
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some of the higher ups who had told me I would never achieve what
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they had. I may not have been as good as they were, but I was
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up with them in the big leagues!
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Potempkin, Renw�ar, �bermahn, The Drifter, Sewer Rat, and Thycho,
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a few names of those who were online at the time. They were all
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very intrested in accquiring info+ on what I had gotten into. I
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wanted to tell them, but I thought it best not to. Not yet.....
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After chatting for half the evening, I finally went to sleep,
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wondering what my next move should be.
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October 30th, 1988
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Dr.Antristo and I went Bin shopping again. We dug up a record
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of Ex-employees scheduled to have their Passwords cleared from the
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system. Someone loved us, to give us this trash. We returned home
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to find Passwords, Doodling, more Loop Numbers, and an old records
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collection of New In-Service Numbers. We wanted to know how AT&T
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worked, so we were going to check it out. I first needed to talk to
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my friend/contact in Ohio. I dialed up his number in the 216 Area
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and waited to chat with him. He wasn't online. Bummer. I checked
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a few of the other BBS's in the general area looking for people who
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could tell me how one was able to crack into AT&T. No one seemed to
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know.
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On the following evening we finally got our big break. Another
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Hacker, told us in exchange for Loop Numbers he would give us a
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Password in the AT&T System. We agreed. He gave us the Password
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to a smaller area of AT&T and told us that it was pretty unguarded
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so we should have no problem finding what we wanted to look at. I
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was and very much still am an Astronomy Buff. I wanted to find out
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how many AT&T Satellites were up there. So Dr.Antristo & I were
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going to find out the following night.
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Happy Holloween.....<Evil Grin>
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On November 1st, 1988 we Called AT&T. We were buzzed off of the
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24pack of Jolt we had imbibed. After connection to the Loop number
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we dialed into the Corperate office of AT&T and were actually given
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a command prompt, (after a COLORFUL Ascii Screen...Yeah...Right.)
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The AT&T Logo was proudly displayed onto our moniter, but we thought,
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with their appearant lack of security, that Pride was False.
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We typed in the Password and it told us that it required a name for
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"Security" reasons. We dug up a name and fed it into the Computer.
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After verification of that employee, (NEVER put your full name on
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stationairy!) it gave us access into the System. I thumbed through
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some small records and such. Nothing much to get in the way of
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records, or options. I decided to look into the system a bit
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further. After nosing through some Menus, I found a "Doorway" to
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the larger system. The way AT&T was, it was a bunch of smaller
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computers all hooked into one another by a bigger system. I was
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merely in one of the smaller appendages. I wanted the big guy!
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I opened the door and was system transferred to a larger net, where
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it showed scheduled Payrolls, Pink Slip notices, Active Staff Members
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, and a monstrofic listing of people who were behind on their
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payments. Jackpot! Or so I thought. No where could I find anything
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on AT&T Satellites, or the such. I couldn't fix any of the payrolls
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or even reprieve people from getting the ever-more-noticable Pink
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Slip. (I still think American Companies are penny pinchers for
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looking elsewhere for their SLAVE LABOUR)
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I sat there looking through the People lists, looking for a higher
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up so I could "Borrow" his name...heh heh.
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I couldn't locate the main file area for any of the larger ups',
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so I logged off for the evening. I would find out later. The Doc
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had an idea that would require skilful planning and cunning. I
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counted myself in. So there we were at 3:35 the next day, standing
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on a corner, on a pay phone, talking to the operater. We told the
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nice lady we were late for an appointment with Director of Operations
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and that we needed to reschedule our time, and after several minutes
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of chatting with the nice lady, I told her I was putting his name
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down in my appointment book, and I needed it spelled correctly, so
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She and I went through the spelling of the Director of Ops. :)
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I laughed as we wrote it down, little would this girl know what
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were up to!
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After chatting for a few minutes, I disconnected and Dr.Antristo
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and I went home. We began to talk about how we were going to get
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in, as well as what we would do when we had access. He didn't know
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and neither did I. I guessed we'd have'ta figure it out when we
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got there. School homework was completed on time, (I STILL think
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that its a waste) and we both had dinner with our respective in-
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mates. (What would you call a family that no longer cared?)
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Evening rolled around, we were both a bit tired, so we were going
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to make this quick...We dialed into the Loop Number and then into
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the little number our Hacker buddy gave us. After we were in, I
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opened the Doorway and entered the main area. After scanning the
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place for new info, I used the fellows name and opened myself to
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a world of new possibilites. I found myself able to rearrange small
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lists of people, reverse pink slips, etc... I was in!
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I checked out some of those pink slips and read up. I was horrified
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to find that some of these people were being canned because they
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were in their 40's?!? I looked for who was responsible for signing
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these Slips, and to my utter amazement it was the guy who I was
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impersonating! Well, I, being the better part of this guys
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conscience, decided to fix what I broke! I reversed several of the
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pink slips and gave one to this bastard! (Someone out there owes me
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there job! :) )
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After dawdling with the Pink Slips, I went to check out other
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areas of the company. I managed to worm my way into the Special
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sections, like who could order what. Private lines for other
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companies, Tracing Codes, and Satellites. I couldn't access the
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Satellites, but I managed to print Screen the Private Phone Lines
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of other companies, (and I STILL have them) and I found a real cute
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doorway...it was to emergency areas. Example, A master program for
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the termination of the Chicagoland area. I liked that. I could
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axe Communtication on 3.2 million people in a mircosecond. hahaha!
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I didn't, of course. I went ahead and logged out. I felt very
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good about the things I had done. If there is a God, he must have
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been thinking about that moment. I know that most people out there
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who are Hackers or want to Hack, I know it is hard to believe, but
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should you ever be in the position I am, you'd understand why I
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did what I did. I never asked for forgiveness, as a matter of fact,
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I don't want it. I was aware of what I was doing, and I enjoyed it.
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Anyways...Dr.Antristo had told me that the Department of Defence was
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offering contracts to Fermi Labs, and to Argonne on the Star Wars
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Space Project, and that we should look into it. I liked that idea,
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but the government? Geez...
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I thought about it for all of a month. In that time I hacked a
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large number of places, Mircosoft, IBM (again), Sears, Texaco,
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Illinois Bell, Wisconsin Bell, Prudental, My High School, (Everyone
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has done it, admit it), Martin Marrettia, and Jet Propultion Lab-
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rotories, (if you don't know what the last 2 are, STOP READING!)
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I had enough stuff that if I sold half of it, I could retire at the
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ripe age of 16! But even thought our government holds out on us,
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and lies, steals, and keeps secrets, I still love it. This is the
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land of the free.....NOT!!!
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December 3rd, 1988
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I was at home watching some christmas shopping commercials and
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drinking a Jolt, when I recieved a phone call from my buddy
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Dr.Antristo. He told me that Argonne had gotten the project and
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that someone I knew was the project manager. The Password was
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Anti-RX...?!? I sighed and said what the hell, why not. Lets
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see what our wonderful government is up to now.
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After a little bit of looking into it, I found out that yes indeed
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someone I knew was into the project. I also found out that as of
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1988-89 Star Wars was not...35% complete, but a whopping 87%. The
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only thing left to "Shunt" into orbit was a weapon called the
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Wiggler beam. A laser which concentrated high speed X-rays into
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a focused stream, resulting in a laser so powerful it would
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litterly slice incoming missiles in half. I didn't care what the
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thing could do, this was good information. I liked it, so I got
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onto Argonne National Labrotories Crey computer using a stolen
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password and copied the plans to an undisclosed location for later
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retrival.
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Dr.Antristo told me to goto the Department of Energy, you know, the
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bigwigs with no dicks, who push everyone whom they consider beneith
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them around to make their things for them. (Wussies) I went from
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the Crey to the main computer terminal of the D.O.E. and looked
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around for a bit. I found something I know all you will just love,
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a small article of information indicating after shipping out 265
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"Pink Slips" that Article 130a, said that they (all the brass at the
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D.O.E. were going to give themselves some raises) oh my, how cute.
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Well, after looking around in the D.O.E. area, I quickly shut off
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the computer and terminated the connection when I heard my all-
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powerful Father come down the stairs to talk to me. Whew!
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