I have moved my sparse tooting to @meqif. 👋
2017 me, emerging from DeLorean, to 1995 me:
So, this new 'Pentium' chip, turns out the whole 'speculative execution' road is a bit of a mistake. Yes it makes Doom faster but 22 years later all our computer systems are hacked each week by gangs of roaming cyber-criminals wearing vintage 80s micros as cosmetic jewellery on their leather jackets
1995 me (stuck in E1M2): Got it, Doom will get faster
2017 me: Did you even hear a word I said? I said the 80s are going to be fashionable again.
Remember when we were younger, and we fantasized that cyberpunk was this awesome desired thing?
Where you could plug yourself in and digitally craft your entire everything, or have some spliced organo-mechano body sculpt so that you could appear outwardly as well as you felt inwardly, or just how much your overall appearance was modifiable?
Remember how excited you got inside when you fantasized that all these things were completely normal in that world, and that it would be worth it despite the utterly bleak dystopian backdrop that leeched all of the empathy, compassion, and civility out of being alive?
We're not there... we've DEFINITELY got the latter dystopian part, and we're still working on the first half, but the general world is not qvite as receptive to our crafting of our own images as would be ideal.
Hold on to those that are accepting of it. Hold on to them tightly.
This is how we survive the problems of the latter... how we navigate the dystopia.
We are better than the inhumanity of this world, because inside we are bright-neon, rainbow colored, shiny metallic, soft and comforting, hard and unflinching, loud and proud, qviet and caring, glowy-eyed beings.
We craft our existence despite being surrounded by these crumbling ruins of society, because who we are is all we have. They cannot take that away, because we won't let them.
You are worth every last gasp of breath that's inside you, every tear of sorrow, every dazzling spark of elation, and every shred of compassion.
I don't know if you needed that reminder or not... I just know that I did, today.
you can ask a Future "are we there yet", to which it can answer "yes", "no" or "don't make me come back there
Display is just a way of saying "show me your moves", the other formatting traits are specific dance moves
an Iterator is something you can keep asking "more?" until it gets fed up and stops listening
if something isn't Send, it's a cursed item you can't give away, it's yours to deal with
if something isn't Sync, it won't even appear for other people, it's probably an apparition inside your head
things that are Clone can reproduce asexually, but only on command; things that are Copy won't bother waiting for you
The anesthetic effect of air at atmospheric pressure. "There was a 9.3 per cent decrease in response time when subjects breathed helium-oxygen, a signigicant change (P less than 0.001)."
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