It's 1.00 a.m., nobody hits this secondary road. Heck, I'm almost
sure half of it doesn't have a line to remind you that you should share it
with upcoming cars. It's raining, but not too hard. I'm going home.

    It's Tuesday. What the hell am I doing out here, half an hour from

home, slowly driving under the rain? It's 1.05 a.m., I know this road, I
know this feeling, I recognize the shivering. I let it flow. Turn off the
music, I want silence.

    It's 2.00 a.m., nobody hits this machine at this time of the day.

Logs track me, but I'll clean them. I know this road, I know this feeling,
I recognize the shivering. Turn on the music, the game is on. I'm sure
someone else is around here, someone else has seen this # before.

    "I'll fuck you if you don't fuck me first, sir". Fair enough, this

is the rule. I'll go to sleep afterwards. I'm meeting some friends and I've
to take a train tomorrow. I'll sleep on the couch of someone I've never
seen before, yet I know him well.

    It's 1.00 a.m., 10 years later. It's a GPG email from the guy that

once offered me a couch. Then another time. I can count the times I've seen
him in person on two hands, but I would overflow a 'short' counting the
words we exchanged. We meet again, thought you disappeared. Things change,
indeed. Life gave us something to lose and we are holding on it. We lost
people, money, opportunities, that's why we hold on. Once a hacker, forever
a hacker, right? Let's finish this code. Let's visit this city.

    It's 2.00 a.m., today. Nothing in this story, in this Intro, is 

real. I wasn't there, this is not me. This is just a stream of ASCII
characters. Someone out there pulled a great trick and convinced the world
that security was a cool business. Someone is pulling even greater tricks
and makes money out of his ignorance living on others slightly bigger
ignorance. Somewhere, a crackdown on some kids proves to be necessary to
keep the 'mistery' alive, to keep the bandwagon going. Someone spies on
former fellow friends, 'cause that's worth millions. Everybody is happy and
we slowly fade away. Away, towards a new Underground.

    "I'll fuck you if you don't fuck me first, sir".

If you are shivering, if you have been there, if you feel it, you know what
I mean. PHRACK may die. Groups may die. Things as we know today may die.
The great trick might actually seem to work -- goodbye Underground, welcome
Security Industry. Not too fast.

    "Once a hacker, forever a hacker, right?"

    The Game is on.


                  -----( Phrack Issue #67 )-----