I went over to the Commissar, said “Commissar, you got a lotta damn gall to ask me if I’ve rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I’m just sittin’ here, sittin’ on the group H bench ‘cause you want to know if I’m *moral* enough to join a Company to grep mail, burn electronic books, and censor feeds after bein’ an NNTP hacker.” He looked at me, said “Kid, we don’t like your kind, and we’re gonna send your .newsrc down to California…”
Utterly brilliant.