deviantzen
Nov 24, 2013
Undergraduate / The Former Hacker, Information Control; Stanford - "What Matters and Why?" [5]
Prompt: What matters to you and why?
If you discover the hidden contents of my underwear drawer, you may infer that I lead a double life as hacker. Although working for Wikileaks sounds wicked, my keystroke logger and live-boot CD are not clandestine tools. I keep them nestled between my boxer-briefs as reminders of how important access to information is. You see, life once forced me to be a cybercriminal.
I grew up shackled by parents who thought the internet was a dealer of offensive lies. Password protection cruelly barred my young, curious mind from the infinite knowledge of the web. I fought back, undergoing hacker training with school computers, graduating after stealthily procuring my parent's passcodes. The oppression of my overlords thus vanquished, I finally had the ability go online. Any topic I wanted to discover was now but a search away.
With my hard-fought freedom to information, I satisfied a long-held curiosity about WWII weaponry and developed new interests in lucid dreaming and image manipulation. With the context of my enriching discoveries, I fully grasped the detrimental effect of information control. The time I spent deprived of internet access and the knowledge I gained after acquiring it jointly formed my belief in the importance of freely accessible information.
Although I no longer engage in criminal computer activity, I still think that controlling information is evil. Anonymous may not find much use in my key-logger and live disk, but those tools are worth a high symbolic value to me. Julian Assange would approve.
Prompt: What matters to you and why?
If you discover the hidden contents of my underwear drawer, you may infer that I lead a double life as hacker. Although working for Wikileaks sounds wicked, my keystroke logger and live-boot CD are not clandestine tools. I keep them nestled between my boxer-briefs as reminders of how important access to information is. You see, life once forced me to be a cybercriminal.
I grew up shackled by parents who thought the internet was a dealer of offensive lies. Password protection cruelly barred my young, curious mind from the infinite knowledge of the web. I fought back, undergoing hacker training with school computers, graduating after stealthily procuring my parent's passcodes. The oppression of my overlords thus vanquished, I finally had the ability go online. Any topic I wanted to discover was now but a search away.
With my hard-fought freedom to information, I satisfied a long-held curiosity about WWII weaponry and developed new interests in lucid dreaming and image manipulation. With the context of my enriching discoveries, I fully grasped the detrimental effect of information control. The time I spent deprived of internet access and the knowledge I gained after acquiring it jointly formed my belief in the importance of freely accessible information.
Although I no longer engage in criminal computer activity, I still think that controlling information is evil. Anonymous may not find much use in my key-logger and live disk, but those tools are worth a high symbolic value to me. Julian Assange would approve.