‘I’m old, not an idiot’: the elderly are ill-served online
He’d been a hacker back in the day. When it meant something. He’d worn the label as a badge of honour. He’d read The Mentor’s Hacker Manifesto and tried to read McKenzie Wark’s too. He’d been Anonymous and answered the Ukrainian call to arms. He’d served his time. It’d never occurred to him then. Why would it? He was young, fingers and eyes nimble. Dancing across keyboards and screens. Recently, not so much. He noticed the exclusion, felt the powerlessness. Enough. His fingers weren’t as fast but he still knew how to hack. He looked at the banking app code.