Do you ever take a look behind the eyes of me? Did you ever wonder what
made me tick, what forces shaped me, what may have molded me
I am a Peter, enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of
the other student, this crap they teach us bores me...
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
When i was in the high school, I've listened to teachers explain
for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction, How to derive numbers, solve a mathematical equation, I understand it.
"No, Ms. I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn student. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
Everyday, I made a discovery, I have a knowledge that they don't know.
They can't understand what I explaining is.
I was too bored, and i found our old computer, I'll try to screw it up.
It seems like it doesn't work anymore but
for me, its cool.
If I 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.
This is my game, discovering things that i didn't know.
I always have a question in my fuckin' brain,
every second, i always ask my self.
and in a minute, i got it 60 answers.
i don't ask them, i ask myself.
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 food... 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 students, 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
they call me a criminal. I explore... and they call me a criminal. I seek
after knowledge... and they call me a criminal.
I exist without skin color,
without nationality,
without religious bias...
and they call me a criminal.
They build atomic bombs,
They wage wars,
They murder, cheat, and lie to the people..
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 Peter, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual,
but you can't stop us all...
after all, we're all alike.
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