KENNETH GRAVES SHOOTS HIMSELF AT THE END OF THE MONTH
>Funny how the negroid people are now slaves to the Latinos
MORE PROOF ALEX JONESING FOR HOMO NEEDS TO BE PUT OUT OF ITS MISERY
Trivia: Cereal Killer makes a reference to George Orwell's book 1984. Cereal's Killer's real name is Emmanuel Goldstein, which is also the name of the head of the resistance in the book 1984.
Cereal Killer: FYI man, all right. You could sit at home, and do like absolutely nothing, and your name goes through like 17 computers a day. 1984? Yeah right, man. That's a typo. Orwell is here now. He's livin' large. We have no names, man. No names. We are nameless.
If you'll recall, the name of the virus was the DaVinci virus. If you pay attention the Mona Lisa painting can be seen throughout the movie. The first time it can be seen is when Dade is walking into cyberdellia for the first time. Over his right shoulder is a poster of Razor and Blade and between them is a picture of Mona Lisa. The second time is when Joey's mom walks into his room to 'unground' him. The magazine Joey has open on his chest has a painting of Mona Lisa on it. The third time I saw it was when Dade and Burn were talking to Razor and Blade, their wallpaper or whatever behind them was nothing but pictures of Mona. P.S. when Burn and Dade were prepping for their 'contest' at the scene of Burn working in front of her laptop from an overhead view there are two things to notice. One, you can see her nipples through her shirt. Two, there's a 2600 magazine next to her.
In hackers, after the newbie is arrested, some guys are out watching his house. One of them reads part of a hackers manifesto out loud. This is in fact a real manifesto written by a hacker named "Mentor" shortly before he was arrested
Quoting (I keep a copy of it on my HDD :): Mentor's last words 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 willing 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+++ Quoted from: MENTOR'S LAST WORDS also known as MENTOR'S MANIFESTO also known as A HACKER'S MANIFESTO By "The Mentor", hacker and member of the famous The Legion of Doom (LOD) who got crushed by the police and SS (secret service).
Quoting (I keep a copy of it on my HDD :): Mentor's last words 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 willing 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+++ Quoted from: MENTOR'S LAST WORDS also known as MENTOR'S MANIFESTO also known as A HACKER'S MANIFESTO By "The Mentor", hacker and member of the famous The Legion of Doom (LOD) who got crushed by the police and SS (secret service). >>10057926
Hacker Manifesto: "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."
At the end of Hackers, Eugene 'the Plague' Belfred is escaping on a plane with all the money his worm program stole for him.
The alias he uses (the name the stewardess calls him) is Mr. Babbage. Charles Babbage was the inventor of the first basic computer and the film is computer oriented.
Charles babbage invented the "Difference Engine" witch was basicly a giant mechanical Caculator ,you see back then computer was the name of a mathematition so intern his "Difference Engine" was referd to as a computer, it has been referd to in many books now days as the first computer but since then the meaning of a computer has changed since those days.The actuall first Computer was the Eniac.
ANGELINA JOLIE IS SO WET FOR 19YO
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THEY KNEW ABOUT PELOSI'S RETARDED FACE JOB N 1985
THEY CAPTURED SAM
ITALIAN PLUMBER GOES ON TO RAID JAPANESE VIDEO GAME FIRM
DEEP AND DUMB RETARDED FACE JOB FACTS AND TENDIES
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TRUMPTARDED JEWS STUCK IN VINYL
HAVING LIFE CHANGING PEANUT BUTTER EX[EXPERIENCES
OH WOW
TRUMPTARDED JEWS STUCK IN VINYL
HAVING LIFE CHANGING PEANUT BUTTER EXPERIENCES