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If I could pick a perfect time to be born as an hacker, it would definitely be the 80’s. In 1982 Commodore and Sinclair Research Ltd. changed the world by releasing the Commodore 64 and the ZX Spectrum respectively. In 1983, Japan announced the MSX standard and further released the MSX-1 computer. In the very same year, Apple introduced the first commercial personal computer to employ a graphical user interface: Lisa. 1984 gave us the Macintosh and 1985 was the year of the Commodore Amiga and Atari ST. In just 4 years, the future of personal computers scene was set in stone.
I had contact with all these computers, either directly or indirectly. At the age of 6, my father bought me an used Philips VG8000 MSX-1, though the ZX Spectrum was much more popular among my friends. I learned BASIC at that very same age (didn’t we all?). Those were the times were hexadecimal dumps for games and applications were published in printed magazines, and people exchanged POKEs to hack through the rules of challenging games.
I can’t help but feeling nostalgic when thinking in titles like Chuckie Egg, Jet Set Willy, Dizzy, Bubble Bobble, Target Renegade, Paradise Cafe and dozens, dozens more. I can almost replay in my head the sound of tapes LOADing”", the idiosyncratic humming they made when a splash image was being shown at the beginning of a game, and that tape loading screen. So many hours I’ve spent tuning my tape loader with a screwdriver (and sometimes, almost driving me mad). Then came the AMIGA-500, Workbench, Mice, Lemmings, XCopy, AMOS, Floppy Drives, Joysticks. Years later came the Modems, BBSs, fidonet, demoscene.
Something was deeply different then; something I feel is lost forever… Something only people who lived those times can possibly understand. I’ve never since met a 10 year old who knew binary just for fun.
Now I sit in front of my laptop while writing this article. Internet is pervasive, Petabytes of information make 16Kb seem, well, insignificant. Millions of colors and pixels strike my eyes and I have more computing power in my cell phone than that clumsy machine where I learned the art of programming. And yet, to me those were truly magic times.
