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|=-------------------------=[ Introduction ]=---------------------------=|
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|=------------------=[ By The Circle of Lost Hackers ]=-----------------=|
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Let's imagine a man, sitting on the Moon and looking down to this
75%-water-25%-ground Planet. He doesn't know anything about us. Neither we
do about him, but that's another story, maybe another Intro.

He sees this Internet madness going on down there. He sits and watches.

"This is not different from your favourite bar", a guy behind our man says
in a smile.

Down there a bunch of bar tenders provides connections to everybody. They
earn their life out of that, so every so often they just scrappy down
their service. There's water in my drink, sir, and there's a strange rate
of packet loss on my P2P traffic. There are a bunch of gangsters: they
want to control the business, they want to know who does what and they try
to shut down whoever is not okay with that. We have cleaned their faces,
put them on TV and we keep on calling them politicians. Good luck with
your laws, we'll find our way out, somehow. There are beautiful girls,
there are married couples, there are young guys, there are usual and
occasional customers. Everybody is down there, everybody has his own
chance to tell his story. If you're getting to this bar for the first
time, you might spot some guys that are just different. You can't say why,
but there's something. It doesn't matter if they are married, young, old,
musicians, workers, even bartenders, this is just the outside. There's
another life, behind that, it's now so-damn-clear that they're just trying
to keep a balance with it.

"You used to be one of them, didn't you ?"

Our man-on-the-moon asks, looking at the guy. But there's no need of an
answer, he is just different. You can't say why, but there's something.
Somebody once told me that Heaven is on the Moon.

"What's your name again ?"
"Cliph."

[ I don't know in what you believe or even if you believe. In the end, it
doesn't really matter. This is not a story about science or religion or
humanity, this is a Good-Bye. To a friend.. ]

http://phrack.org/
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"Atariboy2600", un utente del forum di Atari Age ha postato dei bellissimi fake di copertine di videogiochi per Atari 2600 che non sono stati mai prodotti:  Battlestar Galactica, Incontri ravvicinati del terzo tipo,  The Black Hole...



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