A Tale of Innocence Lost

by Justin Allen Parrott

The Age of Innocence

The neighbor had a system.  A 286 computer.  It required disk to operate.  We learned to type.

Soon a 386 was introduced to our home.  It had storage.  We explored the video game for the very first time.  I learned the interface to the Disk Operating System (DOS).  We were familiar with the 386.

Along came the 486, the Pentium chip, and my very own system of Pentium II derivative.

Exploration

On my own system I grew tired with the familiar.  My father took me to the computer store in search of a Linux variant called Red Hat.  I installed version 6.

An accomplice suggested a communication protocol of IRC for discovery.  I took lesson from participant and learned well the necessary approach for programming the computer to communicate with another via Internet Protocol.  I learned the Berkeley sockets interface.

I held an experimental network and did configure several protocol: DHCP, DNS, FTP, SSH, Telnet, and perhaps more.  This was fun.  I held pride in accomplishment.

The Corruption

I discovered the cookbook.  I shall not name it.  I discovered the telephone system, and shall not suggest it.  I sought vulnerability of computer system.  I tinkered with the MO/DEM.

I've discovered many systems, and vulnerable ones at that.  I've interrupted communication on a global scale with simple knowledge of what I learned in my youth.

I've influenced election.  I've corrupted media.  I've discovered a vulnerable and mad contact as such.  I've succeeded in hide.  I've corrupted record.

An Offering

Use the system and use it well, only if you must.  Be honest in all things.