In 1942, I was born . I am curious about a lot of things around me and want to use my own thinking to explain these things. My peers around me think I don't fit in, I think their logic is full of loopholes and I don't like what they like. One day the school organized an IQ test, and my score was 167, and I was very proud of it. I often go to the field alone to play, build a small house, make small things, and then think about some problems in the field. But I'm often lonely when I'm alone, but no one around likes to play in the wild with me. My mom saw me as smart and got me two grades in a row, but I wasn't happy because it made me even more lonely. Until one day, the classmate who was doing the experiment with me in the chemistry class told me that he wanted to spend the weekend with me, and then I happily took him to play in the little house I built, and he also had a good time. , that day, I am no longer alone. But one day, he seemed to have a girlfriend, and he stopped playing with me. When he hit me with a stone, I didn't want to communicate with anyone. I dismantled everything on the site where we often played together. Lost, I am heartbroken, very sad, I feel betrayed , I want to get revenge on him . Still in the chemistry lab class, I made a "little bomb" and put it in a small note, and passed it to him. When I saw him take apart the note, and the "dynamite" exploded in his face , I was very happy in my heart, until later, I didn't know that that kind of "happiness" is called the pleasure of revenge.
In 1958, I entered Harvard. In high school, I thought that entering Harvard would change the situation that I was out of tune with the people around me, but I was too naive. After I entered Harvard, I had no friends and no one to listen to my inner thoughts. But one day, Professor Lang Mo began to listen carefully to my thinking and my thinking about the entire industrial society. At that moment, I was no longer alone, and I was looking forward to the weekly conversation. That time was my happiest time. . But one day, as a subject, I accepted an experiment by Professor Lang Mo. In that experiment, I was covered with electrodes and was humiliated by him. He was my savior, but also my ""savior" let me My life is different, the feeling of being betrayed is coming again. They want me to submit, but I don't want to sully my philosophy, absolutely not! I was tortured by them for two years. I didn't stop thinking about it, I thought about the pros and cons of industrial society, and after careful thinking, I found that industrial society makes people slaves to technology, but I don't want this, I want to stay away from this industrial society.
In 1962, I left Harvard. I left Harvard, a place that made my heart hurt. I did my PhD at the University of Michigan, I published my PhD dissertation in a few months and graduated, then did a few years of research at the University of Michigan, during which time I was very uncomfortable because I didn’t want to communicate with others . I'm going to get a job and make some money, then build a little house in the wild and hide there. I got a position as an assistant professor at UCB and they said I was the youngest professor ever at UCB, but I don't care, I just want to get my salary and get away from this industrial society. UCB students are very stupid. When I teach them calculus, they can't understand the very simple knowledge. I don't like to communicate with them because their IQ is not enough and their thinking is not deep.
In 1969, I went to Montana to live in seclusion. I thought that I would stay away from this industrial society if I lived in seclusion in the forest, but there are still many products of industrial society around. I hate people riding snowmobiles past my house, and I hate those who fly over my head. s plane. I want revenge, revenge on this industrial society.
In 1978, I sent the first bomb. There are many loopholes in the US postal system. Don't they like this industrial society, so I will use these loopholes in the industrial society to deal with them. On May 25th, I sent a deliberately misaddressed parcel bomb to the University of Chicago, and they opened it, but I'm disappointed, no one died, they were just injured, and I'm going to keep working on my explosives, putting They were blown up. I sent a lot of bombs, but one time someone recognized me and I "disappeared" for six years, during which I continued to develop my bombs. I feel happy when my bomb kills people.
In 1995, the Washington Post published my paper, "On Industrial Society and Its Future," in which I was thinking about industrial society as a whole, and I promised that as long as they published my paper, I would not send bombs again. I see people starting to agree with my thinking, ready to fulfill their promises and stop sending bombs. I put all the tools away. I want to quit. But every night before going to bed, the time of being tortured at Harvard always appears in front of my eyes, and I want to forget, but the damage is too great for me to forget. Even if someone agrees with my thinking, I will continue to take revenge on this industrial society. I picked up the tools and quickly made a bomb, my last bomb. After "On Industrial Society and Its Future" was published in the Post, my brother's wife saw the paper and told my brother that it was very similar to what I wrote. They went to the FBI and handed in the letters between me and my brother, and the FBI found me.
In 1996, I was arrested. I didn't expect that I would be arrested. I didn't even think it was because of my paper, because my brother's wife saw that paper. The FBI chased me for seventeen years, and it was all over. They thought I was mentally ill and tried to defend me. I fired that lawyer and chose to defend myself against the guilt. I have no problem with my spirit. I don’t want others to think that I am a lunatic. This will tarnish my philosophical outlook. My belief is very firm. Even if it is a death sentence, I will insist on my thinking and my thinking about this industrial society. In the end, I was sentenced to life imprisonment. I went to jail and found it was a better place for me because there were no damn planes overhead. There are victims who say they can forgive me, but I think they're really damn good, I don't regret it, and I won't go to repentance, I'm very firm about what I've done.
I, Ted Kaczynski, stayed away from this industrial society for the rest of my life.
PS: In fact, if you want to know more about Ted Kasinski, you should read his "On Industrial Society and Its Future". After reading it next week, come back and add it.
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