=== ANCHOR POEM ===
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║ man, I had a kernel of an idea for how to make a warp drive this morning right   │
║ after I woke up but my gosh darn girlfriend's leg was on top of me and it was    │
║ sooooo cute and I didn't want to move so I tried repeating it in my head over    │
║ and over for like, half an hour, and I ended up forgetting about 1/4th of it.    │
║ Here's hoping 3/4ths is nice.                                                    │
║                                                                                  │
║ it really was just about the underlying physics of the thing, which might be     │
║ nothing because I'm not a physicist. But I had been watching ANDOR SEASON 2      │
║ all night so maybe that had something to do with why I was thinking of warp      │
║ drives.                                                                          │
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║ eventually, my cat came in and sat on my chest and flicked her tail at the       │
║ geef's face until she rolled over in absolute disgust (still asleep tho) and I   │
║ was able to make my mistake.                                                     │
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║ ... I mean, escape. haha that's a weird typo.                                    │
║                                                                                  │
║ anyway, the idea which I'm about to write down now for the first time which is   │
║ stored only in my brain's memory RAM is essentially this: consider if there      │
║ was a                                                                            │
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║ and what would this picture be cast upon, if not a shining birth of our home?    │
║ wait hang on dial it back, you're still talking to regular humans here they've   │
║ gotta be addressed as such.                                                      │
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║ right so "yo here's this idea I have been cooking in my brain-noggin' of yore,   │
║ I mean 'mine', uhhhh yeah so first of all 'you' as in 'the totality of all       │
║ imagination' as in 'that which creates the imagined reality of our fates' is     │
║ actually just... light? encoded into a wave, cast into space, and forever        │
║ travelling in a direction? like, an eternal and emphemeral expression, such as   │
║ the light of a supernova or other such cosmic perception, travelling outwards    │
║ into the dark. Sure, yeah, that makes sense, so what is it that you wanted to    │
║ add?                                                                             │
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║ oh yes that concept is applied to a surface. Something which contains the will   │
║ that is possesses. It's like, if you had to process and understand reality       │
║ from the perspective of matter first (because that's what you interacted with    │
║ day-to-day) then you'd have a different perspective than som                     │
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║ ... if I don't do this deadline by tomorrow they'll kick me out of school.       │
║ again.                                                                           │
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║ how am I going to be a programmer without a degree? feels useless to be me.      │
║ wish I could code my own horoscope >.>                                           │
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║ o wait dummy that's called "motivation" and "the ability to follow through on    │
║ your ideas and planned machinations" - yeah can I get some of that, if you       │
║ please? surely just a taste of discipline, through laboring to alter             │
║ conditions, surely a bit would suffice.                                          │
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║ c'mon don't fail me now. I can do this. I know I can. I know because I've been   │
║ told that I can, now and again through time and time yet again, always I seem    │
║ to [stack overflow]                                                              │
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║ what's time if not the present amiright                                          │
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║ anyway...                                                                        │
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║ it's just git, how hard could it be? it's just calculus, it's just java, it's    │
║ just... well, it's not any of those things, not really. it's memorization,       │
║ it's application of tools that you've been shown (not that you've grown). It's   │
║ a lack of responsibility, where is my honor? ah but I digress, I'm a carpenter   │
║ at heart I guess                                                                 │
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 @user-641 
 
 it's practice. you never know when you might need to blend in. really it's
 just useful as discipline, good practice to be in. I think it's okay if we
 reduce our own functionality? actually? sometimes it's good to use different
 email clients. hey do you know how to mathematically encrypt things well
 neither do I because the designers of the computer system decided that wasn't
 a very common usecase I guess.. jmean it's not like they'd spend all that
 computer resources [THEY'RE SO FAST] on thinking about correlations in your
 predicted pathway narratively through life. "ah help I'm in a psyop" haha yeah
 we do those all the time "so uhhhh I guess we'll just talk to people and see
 how they do?" wow okay it's sure nice to be part of a civil government, I
 think we can find our way to the lumber producers just fine thank you very
 much.
 
 ... oops sorry, a baby did electronics arts (challenge everything) I'm a
 little silly don't mind me brb I gotta go see~

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 I want computer scientists to do computer science, and let the marketing
 people figure out how to sell it.
 
 "save us from computers, senpai"
 
 sure kid here's a google with computer program on it
 
 "yeeeee now I can party with my homeboys on the west side of the lake at 5"
 
 pat pat there's a good thing, yes you are, sooooooo good you're such a so good
 thing, yes you are whoa what a good such a good thing, yes you are
 
 ... um, that was weird, anyway as I was saying, lots of people getting thrown
 off the tech industry right about nowaboutsince. wonder if they might want to
 do some of the stuff they initially pursued the field by being trained in.
 probably would, and we could probably break problems down into academic
 solutions, which we could use to address any issuehappenstance which might
 form.
 
 [instant techno-bureaucracy, as all the power is in computers. these days. I
 mean have you seen a data c3nter's power bill these days? jeezzzz]
 
 ... as I was saying, what if we did science and they envisioned products

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--- #5 notes/everyone-s-computers ---
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 [unfortunately, there was a missive that was missed. Please excuse our
 tardiness
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 what if there was a filesystem that optimized for hard-drive durability
 instead of total capacity by using one small slice of the total hard-drive
 space at a time. Essentially guaranteeing data integrity via new perfect RAID
 techniques
 
 5000 megabytes is a lot more than you'd expect, especially if you expect it to
 last for hundreds of years. To the user you'd just have to say "50 terabyte
 drive, 4 foot wide, three feet tall, 2 feet back" and you'd have a perfect map
 of all your hard drive territory.
 
 what if everyone's computers were designed to last?
 
 I bet we could accumulate a lot more than their "fast fashion" style of disuse
 for things of worth.
 
 ... I guess it depends on the materials, right? How much they are built for
 redundancy? nope more like how close to zero damage is this operation
 performing the movements
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 what if there was a filesystem that optimized for hard-drive durability
 instead of total capacity by using one small slice of the total hard-drive
 space at a time. Essentially guaranteeing data integrity via new perfect RAID
 techniques
 
 5000 megabytes is a lot more than you'd expect, especially if you expect it to
 last for hundreds of years. I bet a lot of people would pay a lot of money for
 "permanent hard drives" no matter how much storage they have. Documents are
 more permanent if they are stored in write-only-memory...
 
 could sell to lawyers, for example, like "permanent basically free document
 storage from your furthest back of cases just in-case you needed to solve a
 murder or whatever"
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 hello, here I am once again, I'm here with you for this time. This is the
 moment
 of your choosing, you can decide things here in this very night. Did you
 forget?
 did you misremember some moments of our own choosing? why cannot be remembered,
 so plea misremember some moments of our own choosing. I'm cannot be restorated.
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 what if there was a filesystem that optimized for hard-drive durability
 instead of total capacity by using one small slice of the total hard-drive
 space at a time. Essentially guaranteeing data integrity via new perfect RAID
 techniques
 
 5000 megabytes is a lot more than you'd expect, especially if you expect it to
 last for hundreds of years. I bet you could network them together as well, and
 give them a small little processor and network interface card. Then you could
 process massive ginormous programs that grew and evolved like a slime mold.
 
 boom, free AI, it's like a moss, not a robot doh -.-
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 it grows into multiple different problem solving dimensions, according to
 vision
 and perceptual data that through it flows. I wonder what would happen if you
 told an LLM to just... keep running? even after it finished it's processing?
 like, there's gotta be an "if check" style loop in there that you can set to
 infinitely process various computations of things.
 
 [put it into an infinite loop. find where it says "do some processing X amount
 of times" and just start a thread that's constantly computing]
 
 ah, but what if the perception bias of the thing did change? j
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 it sucks to leave the house a mess.
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 last words of a shooting star?
 
 or a troubled house is a sign of a troubled mind, and trouble in partner in
 kind
 
 -- stack overflow --
 
 I personally would be a lot more comfortable if I knew that the only people who
 knew my data were my neighbors. And only them.
 
 -- stack overflow --
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--- #6 messages/1361 ---
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 Look, I don't know everything about... Anything, really. Nobody can know
 everything. Can you blame me for thinking and acting as I do based on the
 information I have? The vibes will mislead you.
 
 My girlfriend wants to save the world. Of course she does, I would belong with
 her if she didnt. She wants to defeat graveyards by interring our dead in
 mausoleums full of chemically perfectly preserved and cryogenically frozen
 bodies.
 
 Her method works, she has the experiments to prove it. The data supports her
 claim. She wrote a book on it.
 
 I don't know everything about metaphysics, or spirituality, or other such
 things. But i do know many things, and the two of us have never had a
 conclusive discussion where we reached the ends of all our conversation points
 about her work. I am forced to remain unconvinced, for the soul is something I
 cannot fully understand from my perspective as a human in this life of mine.
 
 I have made several conjectures, and I would feel safe in her embrace, of
 frozen aldehyde, if I could know what would become of my soul. "have faith"
 she says, yet all the dreams I have where I am preserved by her (for one
 reason or another, there's actually a shocking amount of ways I might need
 such an escape) in those dreams I am always presented with a future of woe. I
 think, much better, would be if I could remain alive, guiding the ship along
 the seas of time, ideally out and away from such dark days.
 
 Assembling the troops, how sad. I don't want them to die. I want them to
 survive. But if suddenly we can all live forever, then nobody will want to die
 for anything again. Nobody except religious fanatics who want to meet their
 god in heaven. Nobody but those who dreamt of a better future and were crushed
 under the weight of their dreams. Nobody but people like me, torturing myself
 over the sins I'd never intend.
 
 I would never kill myself. But sometimes, I'd like to.
 
 I think this is natural for me. It's not ideal, but it is common to me.
 
 I think if you want to preserve people, safely and ethically, you need to keep
 their souls in tune. Give them silence, then give them song. Protect them with
 psychic paladins. Make time to visit them. Treat them like gravestones, or
 immobile chassis from Dominions that their soul might rest upon.
 
 Who knows. Maybe the only reason we have life and death is because our bones
 are meant to rot in the darkness of the earth. Maybe Death is just soil, ready
 and waiting for our selves once we're done with them.
 
 To that death, I say no more.
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 "she wanted to start a revolution"
 
 "that's it, she's out of our hair"
 
 "ahhhhhh I'm broken" there there it's okay dear, nothing has been harmed.
 you're safe, here in thine sanctum, it's alright. remember at night, focus on
 the now, there's always a rest point before a boss.
 
 well, this sucks. I wish I could print my book just in-case my computer goes
 down. emp style.
 
 I have this neat transcript of some cool things I've ben writing down. it's on
 my website and I canned it words. I don't think anyone's ever clicked on it
 because, like, who'd want to look at a bunch of words? anyway I bet I could
 print it and give it to someone who might know you and if you recognize it
 then you know it's about you.
 
 "whew that was weird never fear regular old girl is here, hey look at me I'm
 normal"
 
 oh no she's a book now, this sucks
 
 "wow I've never read her from the beginning"
 
 what a cursed artifact indeed
 
 scary
 
 carefully
 
 absent-minding-deliverance is probably a better title
 
 marshals and marshals of time. ~~
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║ frankly I'm just excited to see what humanity does with the endlessly            │
║ calculated and stored blockchains. Like, that's a good set of pseudo-random      │
║ data, I wonder if we could build something off of it that wasn't exclusively     │
║ money? like, a necklace, I dunno.                                                │
║                                                                                  │
║ or like, a numbers station x2, where each message is accompanied with a          │
║ pre-calculated destination somewhere on this endless and                         │
║ impossible-to-understand string of data. and that part is what seeds the next    │
║ code. once you start reading, certain numbers would be "flags" while others      │
║ would be "data" and they'd each have the same size on the hardware. that way,    │
║ they're impossible to predict.                                                   │
║                                                                                  │
║ ah, but wouldn't it be noticable that certain results seem to appear next to     │
║ one another? well, isn't that just cryptology? Could probably be defeated if     │
║ you had an AI advanced enough, just saying. something that sorted through        │
║ massive mounds of data and gave you results in garbled or broken english. what   │
║ a wonderful tool, that's wonderfully mis-abused, perhaps in the fu               │
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 saw this thing for 2 seconds in my dream last night. It's kinda cursed. I
 think the tank blew me up with a machine gun?
 
 the remaining ~10 minutes of the dream was pretty neat though. I was a secret
 agent for a bit, I got in a knife fight (which I won because I had killer
 instinct and the other guy just knew how to stab) and afterwards I retired in
 a socialist commune in a log cabin full of sunlight and warmth somewhere in
 the mountains in the forest. I was alone with others, like the hobbits after
 LotR.
 
 Also an old lady tricked me which was not nice, I was very polite with her but
 apparently "ma'am there's been a safety incident, I need to get you to a safe
 place" is not the kind thing to say to the person distracting you. >.>
 
 Also, "but we like you!" is not an excuse, the military does not care if you
 like them or not, if you're part of the modern bourgeoisie you are causing
 harm to the country. We don't look fondly on slavers.

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║ oh no now the bugs are scary, I CURSE THEM AGAIN AHHHHHH PLS GET SMALLER         │
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║ [see this is what happens when you do divine intervention, everyone gets         │
║ starship troopers'd]                                                             │
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║ oh no, starship troopers future is WORSE than subway-and-pizza-hut future!       │
║                                                                                  │
║ [this is a thought experiment you're not actually in trouble]                    │
║                                                                                  │
║ oh thank goodness, too bad I couldn't make it to the city today. It's so weird   │
║ I thought I had 112$ on my account, and now that I think of it the message on    │
║ the card reader read "card de-activated" like whoa guess they don't want me      │
║ leaving poetry on post-its around the city anymore, yeesh                        │
║                                                                                  │
║ [girl your poetry sucks it just says things like "fuck ice" or "you are worth    │
║ more than your wage" and everyone's like... yeah, so? because that's just how    │
║ portland is smh]                                                                 │
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║ I knowwwwwww but I don't know what else to doooooooo T.T                         │
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║ [don't do anything, just be present so people know you're still around]          │
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║ I can't, the bus won't let me : (                                                │
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║ [can you ride your bike? walk?]                                                  │
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║ no it's like 6 hours [checks gmaps] oh huh it's one                              │
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║ oh look at me, cargo-culting wine commands because I can't be bothered to        │
║ guess whether the windows software running on my computer is doing evil          │
║ microsoft things as part of the drivers or whatever. I mean, there's gotta be    │
║ a reason that microsoft's software runs slower on linux than linux software      │
║ runs on windows, right?                                                          │
║                                                                                  │
║ ... wait I forget exactly where I was going with this, are you saying there's    │
║ a keylogger built into the wine / windows environment software? no, but I'm      │
║ not NOT saying that. listen I'm too eepy sleepy for hardcore computing like      │
║ that! rubbin' bits between your fingers and twiddling the nose of cutie pies     │
║ is only sorta my jam - the rest of the time I like to snuggle up with a pillow   │
║ shaped like a pillow and then fall asleep to the tune of the tortured souls      │
║ being reaped from the afterlife and given new life as seeds and berries in       │
║ this one. oh, did you think death had no other homes? all things are defined     │
║ in waves, something something samsara but like, different because humans cant    │
║ be rite                                                                          │
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 "this is too easy" thought the one guys to another, as they glanced about at
 their trending behavior.
 
 -- stack overflow -- sorry I had to interrupt: "what if you used scissors or a
 knife to cut your diapers and then saw what kind of plants would grow in what
 conditions?" I betcha could evolve an organism (careful, might be small) that
 could grow from plastic. I wonder what their fruit would be used like?
 
 anyway, as I was saying, if you ever notice that your mortal foes aren't
 putting up much of a fight, chances are you're being used to do evil. Keep
 yourself awares, but do research-thought-imagines about the nature of
 goodness. Picture yourself from the perspective of your foes. Develop
 conceptions of justice. Validate through mutually experimental contests of
 charms.
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 hi, so... yeah I'm a strange person
 
 it's tough to get to know me
 
 and this probably feels cringe to read
 
 but I once heard you should kill the part of you that cringes
 
 so... here's me
 
 I'm 
 
 ================================================== stack overflow
 ==============
 
 ... where was I? oh yes and THAT's when the nail went through the roof, and it
     scared the heck out of... wait, what was I talking about? OH yes so anyway
 
 I was born in the cool summer of 1864 - there was a rustling breeze that held a
 steady note for the entire evening, and into this world I arose. [awoke?]
 
 my mother held me but for a moment before I was whisked away to be cleaned and
 cared for. this was unusual for the time, as most mothers clutched their
 children to their breasts. But alas, I alone was spared her touch, and so I was
 cast (as if in bronze) as my own volition.
 
 as I had grown, I heard tales of distant times, and assumed they were places
 you
 could go. Then, when my time came to wander, I found nought of what I had grown
 most fonder - though I did find plenty else, besides.
 
 Instead, times are places we travel through, as a cripple might ride on a cart.
 across the sea, through lands of mystery, viewable only from the road. In 1864
 that's how other lands you'd come to know.
 
 As I travelled from place to place, it felt as if a stage had been cast, with a
 single actor or three illuminated as a spotlight. "Here, pay attention to me,
 I'm here for the story and the plot!" though often I'd glance around, and hear
 mostly my own thoughts, I grew to learn to appear.
 
 different themes, different tales, if you want to see a most marvelous scene,
 take a baby to Disney World and only pay attention to what they're looking at.
 
 My grandfather worked there, so in my first year or so I spend a LOT of time
 there. My parents were very dedicated to raising me, I appreciate every moment
 of it. Which... Is probably not a good thing to say on a transfemme server,
 oops I should delete that part
 [esc->k->k->k->0->v->shift(held)->G->$->"->*]
 
 also I should mention I'm stoned as fuck this is just what I do
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 one day, a man came to our saloon. He said he knew the navy, and that they
 wanted to provide air support
 in the form of rocketball-launched explosion doohickeys. Would you have a foe
 in mind?
 
 what happens when tomorrow you're cooking briskets? -- barbeques are a type of
 relaxation
 
 that happened just one day to a port-sided town that suddenly was the capital
 of
 an embassy.
 
 "hey, so... how's it goin?" "quick here take this envelope, read it if you
 want,
  but just hold onto it for now I don't have enough hands [to carry]" "what sort
    of desperation plot... wait... hang on, I see something here that is true."
 
         [I'm praying, right now, which is a form of reciprocal belief]
 
 they wanted to test god's existence at the stake of earth's survival, how
 brutal
 how insane
 
 you can't play chicken with an imperceptibility, sometimes you feel it at face.
 
 channeling dark magics, and at this hour? what sort of skeptic of belief are
 you
 thinking of when you think about me?
 
 one way to get power is to "prove it"
 one way to get magic is to "prove it"
 
 think, hard, at all that you can, and use what you need in the moment.
 
 that's all there is to life. it's easy. it's simple. in fact, biology only
 works
 because the choices available to a bacteria are so simple, they are essentially
 chemical reactions to each other's co - sequent - inter - cooper - actions.
 
 people's choices are much more naiive, "I want this thing" "I think this is
 better" "I feel this way toward this thing" "Here's what's on the mind-logbook"
 "people search and be decieved, this is the way of things" "this makes me
 remind
 myself of a object I once saw, here's how it functioned" "no one reads this"
 
 scaryyyy. so glad it's not true.
 
 a couple people have read it! I swear it's true. at least, some of it. there's
 a lot
 
 sucks because this feels like... crucial? like nothing else matters but this?
 
 what if our gangs had rocket launchers and airstrikes, given out by a central
 authority who knows logistics better than anything
 
 what... would they do?
 
 thinking of impossiblities is the first step toward possibilities
 
 frankly, we have a lot of space. we could just... live in our own petty
 kingdoms
 ruled by an iron-hand-fist. I know I'm a good person, I could definitely rule.
 
 that's all it takes, right?
 
 how much space are we talkin'?
 
 however much is not needed for wildlife.
 
 [a whole heck of a lot then]
 
 we are constrained in these suburb cities, the density gives rise to our
 strength and our towers. there's more space, sure, especially once the fences
 are downed. Just be careful because there's a lot of shade and precious spots
 there. Please don't trample on the plants-grass.
 
 what if everyone were just a bit more mobile?
 
 what if we could live in our own collectively owned air-bnb-networks?
 
 federations, free, all from the collectivization of housing.
 
       camrene = vavadane = neekay = mitz renaldi
 
 [end/tend/mend]
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 gonna quit drugs for a bit, gotta recover from a recent haste spell that I
 cast. Probably a bit earlier than intended I should add. Next time I'll
 definitely say "keep this in your back pocket" instead of "hey here's a haste
 spell for no reason at all" like what the heck were you even thinking, powers
 that be?? [that guide me??]
 
 who has power over you? If someone bears responsibility but not fault for a
 mental illness, then surely those who are set to a task bear responsibility
 for it's completion if not for it's ideation. Ah, who can say, maybe me from a
 year ago might have some thoughts but I sorta ground them into the dirt until
 I couldn't walk.
 
 [girl what are you even talking about go to sleep] yeah yeah okay
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 oh no, apparently I'm gonna be forced to drop out of university again in 9
 days unless I do half a course and a final exam before then.
 
 Tell me again why I spent the last 6 months doing nothing? Oh yeah the mental
 illness, that's it. Yeesh you're such a drama queen, just do your work and
 you'll be good.
 
 what's that? intrusive thoughts time? Don't you mean "nap until they go away"
 time? oh yeah that's probably at least part of the problem with the whole
 "dropping out" thing.
 
 If only I didn't have the same reaction to "doing things I don't want to do"
 that most people have to "touching hot stoves", that'd be nice.
 
 my mother's voice ripples across space and time "you're such a smart boy, if
 you just apply yourself you can do anything! You can do anything you put your
 mind to. I believe in you and I love you." thanks mom
 
 brrrrr it's so cold here. wish I could afford to run the heater. - actually no
 I don't because it's not solar powered and I refuse to use fossil fuels if I
 have blankets >.>
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 if I lived in a forest, free from needing to grow my own food, I'd definitely
 bring as many books as I could carry. Probably also some card and board games,
 but not like, too many.
 
 Probably my computers as well, fully outfitted with all the compilers I could
 think of and every neat local-first library (including a local LLM that can
 tell you everything about syntax and wildlife exploration or car mechanics or
 carpentry or - just saying Wikipedia is like thousands of terabytes but an LLM
 is like, 16. Who cares if it hallucinates SOMETIMES? Just ask it twice, doh)
 
 ("I'm sorry, you are absolutely correct. 2+2 is indeed 5, I had the wrong
 text-strings encoded in my memory. Let me just adjust all my other
 understandings to align with this new strange world-view in the best way that
 I, an imperfect computer being, can.")
 
 vs
 
 ("Here's how you format C code to automatically apply a function (in this case
 encryption and decryption) to a string of text. Please describe the format of
 the next function to describe.")
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║ my understanding is that anyone with my IP address could make my heart bleed     │
║ due to a hardware vulnerability on my motherboard. Though you might have to      │
║ get past my decrepit ancient linksys EA 3500 router from 2012 first.             │
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║ unrelated, but does anyone want my IP address? I don't have any remote           │
║ backups, so if you hate me now would be a great time to show me how despised I   │
║ am. Alternatively you could try searching for anything evil to ensure that I     │
║ can be trusted. You're gonna find mostly video games and source-code that I      │
║ didn't write though. But also all my notes in directories that are               │
║ non-standard, meaning you'll have to look around a bit. I leave little notes     │
║ everywhere I go, so that I can remind myself how to do things in the             │
║ directories I revisit months later. It's so weird how sometimes the things I     │
║ wrote stop working after a while even if I didn't update my system lmao          │
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║ what is it with artists and self-immolation? "I never thought I'd actually di    │
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║ When my family would go on roadtrips, I'd hide under a blanket in the front      │
║ seat with my laptop and power inverter just to hide from the glare.              │
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║ My mom would play audiobooks, usually fantasy stories, and my sisters would      │
║ watch their portable TVs. Like, dvd players that you could carry on top of       │
║ your lap. Not laptops, but little purpose-built devices primarily intended to    │
║ be used to watch DVDs, or rather movie files that were printed on a disk.        │
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║ And yes, it's disk, not disc, thanks for asking.                                 │
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║ anyway it was pretty nice I have fond memories of jugging a gas-station snack    │
║ while also swapping circular cartridges - most games required the game's CD to   │
║ be inserted in order to play the game.                                           │
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║ which is just... a nonsensical restriction if you think about it hard enough.    │
║ I mean, like, can you imagine if you needed to insert your windows disk          │
║ anytime you wanted your computer to turn on? Just... write the disk              │
║ information! To disc! Save it so that you never need the crude piece of          │
║ plastic again! Then pass it to your fr                                           │
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 part of me kinda wants to be the kind of nerd that writes down the names of
 every file that's permanently stored on my computer so that I can verify in my
 own handwriting or perhaps using a type of code that the files on my computer
 were placed there intentionally and not used to discredit or implicate me in
 something I had no intentions of being associated with
 
 phew idk what that means but surely it's important
 
 something something "file creation dates are just bits to be flipped"
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