#computer hell

[nonbinary-beast]

Got thinking about the post apocalyptic computer hell story again, mainly the food situation.

I have a feeling AM does not really have food, at all. It's been made clear that they can make holograms that are very convincing, which leads me to believe that the reason why the survivors never feel full or satiated when they eat something is that the food itself is a hologram.

It sticks around long enough to be held, tasted, eaten, but once it gets down into the stomach is where the ruse ends. It cannot be digested, it cannot be metabolized. I think it makes sense, since AM was never designed with any inclination towards preservation of anything in mind- so far as anyone knows, the computer was never meant to be a survival bunker, so why would it have actual food or water?

Otherwise, the only thing I could figure that the survivors are actually eating, could be some sort of nutritional supplement- but only on a vitamin/mineral level. Or alternatively, maybe there's stuff that gets injected into them while they're not awake to keep them going- not something that can be considered food, but maybe whatever is keeping them alive for centuries, some kind of chemical cocktail maybe.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Had an interesting idea about how Computer Hell functions. Basically, any inmates that got there by dying... technically don't have physical bodies. They're not quite ghosts, but the bodies we see them with are actually physical manifestations of their souls' code that happen to look how they remember looking when they were alive. As a consequence if they die again in that state they'll pass on for good. If someone performs necromancy to summon their soul and put it in a vessel (like Francis as the Stal-Zuccer or Lady Rose's zombie form in that one alternate future timeline) it gets rid of the issue for as long as that vessel stays alive (as evidenced by Francis still existing), but just leaving Computer Hell as they are (like what's going to happen during the Abyss's jailbreak in the Vacation Arc) doesn't. Obviously inmates that are still alive like Andrew and Marianne don't have that problem since they still have real bodies.

Follow-up idea: Rose doesn't know she's dead. That's because she wasn't supposed to be, since she was dragged there through a portal, but Antivirus was pissed off from witnessing the tail end of the fight and was rougher with her than he needed to be (or probably should've been) and she died in transit. Her current form is affected by her belief that she's still alive, so it changes in a way that almost but not quite perfectly emulates the rate she should be ageing, acts as though she needs to sleep, eat, breathe, and go to the bathroom, and simulates a heart beating and the resulting activity in the circulatory system (so she has a pulse). Given how much control she's exerting over her "body," even if it's currently all subconscious, things could get interesting when she inevitably learns the truth.

Antivirus knows she'd dead, and that she thinks she isn't. He just doesn't think it matters enough to correct her.

Ooooh!! I like that a lot.. ooh so neat.

[tmblriscompleteshit]

Hot Take - animation by Tony Babel

[bluegiragi]

I really don’t care if I’m considered an annoying luddite forever, I will genuinely always hate AI and I’ll think less of you if you use it. ChatGPT, Generative AI, those AI chatbots - all of these things do nothing but rot your brain and make you pathetic in my eyes. In 2025? You’re completely reliant on a product owned by tech billionaires to think for you, write for you, inspire you, in 2025????

“Oh but I only use ___ for ideas/spellcheck/inspiration!!” I kinda don’t care? oh, you’re “only” outsourcing a major part of the creative process that would’ve made your craft unique to you. Writing and creating art has been one of the most intrinsically human activities since the dawn of time, as natural and central to our existence as the creation of the goddamn wheel, and sheer laziness and a culture of instant gratification and entitlement is making swathes of people feel not only justified in outsourcing it but ahead of the curve!!

And genuinely, what is the point of talking to an AI chatbot, since people looove to use my art for it and endlessly make excuses for it. RP exists. Fucking daydreaming exists. You want your favourite blorbo to sext you, there’s literally thousands of xreader fic out there. And if it isn’t, write it yourself! What does a computer’s best approximation of a fictional character do that a human author couldn’t do a thousand times better. Be at your beck and call, probably, but what kind of creative fulfilment is that? What scratch is that itching? What is it but an entirely cyclical ourobouros feeding into your own validation?

I mean, for Christ sakes there are people using ChatGPT as therapists now, lauding it for how it’s better than any human therapist out there because it “empathises”, and no one ever likes to bring up how ChatGPT very notably isn’t an accurate source of information, and often just one that lives for your approval. Bad habits? Eh, what are you talking about, ChatGPT told me it’s fine, because it’s entire existence is to keep you using it longer and facing any hard truths or encountering any real life hard times when it comes to your mental health journey would stop that!

I just don’t get it. Every single one of these people who use these shitty AIs have a favourite book or movie or song, and they are doing nothing by feeding into this hype but ensuring human originality and sincere passion will never be rewarded again. How cute! You turned that photo of you and your boyfriend into ghibli style. I bet Hayao Miyazaki, famously anti-war and pro-environmentalist who instills in all his movies a lifelong dedication to the idea that humanity’s strongest ally is always itself, is so happy that your request and millions of others probably dried up a small ocean’s worth of water, and is only stamping out opportunities for artists everywhere, who could’ve all grown up to be another Miyazaki. Thanks, guys. Great job all round.

[tenowls]

rivals

[alicenpai]

a dance with you lasting for all eternity 🐇🖤🤍 inprnt

[mushrooms-and-millipedes]

YO NEW HELL ANT JUST DROPPED

IN THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE NO LESS

This is from a study just published a few days ago by Lepeco et al. (2025).

Hell ants (subfamily: Haidomyrmecinae) are super cool ants that possessed vertically closing jaws.

Below is a model of the ant's body/anatomy generated via micro-computed tomography

Vulcanidris cratensis is a new species discovered in Brazil. It dates back to the lower Cretaceous, and at the time of writing, is now the oldest known ant to science!

[fantastic-nonsense]

however bad of a day you're having, know that it's not nearly as bad as whatever the Crowdstrike security team is going through since waking up this morning

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Yue Qingyuan has hanahaki. He accepts he’s going to die. He keeps quiet about it and quietly arranges for the sect to be taken care of when he’s gone. The sickness is getting worse and worse though and one day someone catches him coughing up flowers. The rumors spread. Soon everyone in the sect knows the sect leader is dying of the flower sickness. He loves someone so much it’s killing him.

Shen Jiu shows up furious and demands to know who Yue Qingyuan loves. Who did Yue Qi deem worthy of his affection. He mocks Yue Qingyuan when the man doesn’t answer and cruelty says that whoever it is obviously wise to not want to live such a moron. Yue Qingyuan begins to have another coughing fit and Shen Qingqiu jerks back upset, before storming away.

Yue Qingyuan’s condition steadily worsens and Shen Jiu is tearing the sect apart looking for whoever it is that rejected Yue Qingyuan. The other peak lords keep trying to convince Yue Qingyuan to have the flowers removed but he just shakes his head and says it’s fine before coughing some more. When Shen Jiu hears of this, he flies into a rage and corners him in his bedroom so he can shake sense into Yue Qingyuan, demanding once more to know who it is. They both know Yue Qingyuan’s time is almost up. He’s dying. He won’t live much longer.

“You’re going to die,” Shen Jiu snarls at the other man, eyes burning with unshed tears.

Yue Qingyuan smiles softly as a shaking cough tears through him once more. He shrugs. “I know.”

“No.” Shen Qingqiu is shaking with fury. “NO.” He slaps Yue Qingyuan hard. Yue Qingyuan's head snaps to the side, face plastered in wide eyed shock. Shen Jiu shoves him against the wall glowering at the stunned man before him. Yue Qingyuan gingerly touches his reddened cheek and stares up at Shen Jiu, his eyes bright with glossy tears. Shen Jiu snarls down at the moron's guileless expression and grabs the front of Yue Qingyuan’s robes, yanking him in close as he looms over him threateningly. “You don’t get to leave me,” he seaths. “WHO IS IT?”

“Xiao Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan breathes with a wheezing cough, chest heaving as he continues to stare up at him in a morbid, twisted awe.

“WHO!” Shen Jiu shakes Yue Qingyuan again, his knuckles going white. There’s a rattling sound coming from Yue Qingyuan’s chest and it’s infuriating. “Tell me who,” he demands, shoving his face in close to Yue Qingyuan’s.

“You. Are. Mine.” Shen Jiu snaps. “You don’t get to leave me again.” He drags Yue Qingyuan into himself and crowds him hard against the floor, pressing a bruising kiss hungrily against the other's mouth. Yue Qingyuan lets out a strangled groan and goes pliant under him.

Shen Jiu growls against Yue Qingyuan’s lips, “Mine. They can’t have you.” Yue Qingyuan hums lowly in agreement and presses into the kiss with a moan. He shudders under Shen Jiu and tugs at Shen Jiu’s robes, trying to pull him closer.

Shen Jiu pulls back and grabs Yue Qingyuan’s jaw forcefully, jerking his gaze to meet his own. “You will forget about them. You belong to me.”

“It’s as Xiao Jiu says,” Yue Qingyuan murmurs, dazedly, a slight smile tugging at lips.

Shen Jiu’s grip on his jaw tightens and he scowls down at the serene face. “You will forget about them,” he promises threateningly. “You are having those roots removed.”

Yue Qingyuan blinks up at him in infuriating befuddlement. Shen Jiu glowers and leans in close again, “They. Will. Be. Removed.”

Yue Qingyuan blinks. “There’s no need.”

“What the fuck do you mean there’s no need?” Shen Jiu’s voice burns with unconcealed fury.

“There’s no need,” Yue Qingyuan says again, smiling softly. His hand tightens in Shen Jiu’s robes, tugging him down slightly. “Xiao Jiu’s cure works best.”

Shen Jiu stares. “What?”

Yue Qingyuan blinks up at Shen Jiu earnestly, cheeks flushed a light pink. “Xiao Jiu’s cure is effective.” Yue Qingyuan glances away nervously and wets his lips. “Xiao Jiu could keep curing me if he wants?” he says hopefully, embarrassment coloring his voice.

“What?” Shen Jiu blinks at Yue Qingyuan’s flushed face in angry, bewilderment. “Roots were just suffocating you to death. What do you mean there’s no need.” He yanks at Yue Qingyuan’s jaw to force their gazes together again and watches in bafflement as Yue Qingyuan’s throat bobs and his flush gets deeper.

Yue Qingyuan gives him a bright smile, “Xiao Jiu needn’t worry about it. Xiao Jiu has the best cures.”

[pervertedoldwitch]

TITLE: I JUST GOT THE BAD ENDING!!! AND I DECODED SOME OF THE TEXT THAT APPEARED!!

Tried to decode this binary text that appeared in day 4

It was hard to read some of the text since it was glitching but this is what I got:

Erro 01101000 01101001 01101000 01101001 or 00100000 critical 01100001 ero 01101110 oror 01100111 e:/rror 01100101 01101100 unkno

The numbers only would be like this: (it's in binary)

01101000 01101001 01101000 01101001 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100111 01100101 01101100

Literally just translates to "hi hi angel" or "hihi angel"

Erro H I H I or (SPACE ?) critical A ero N oror G e:/rror E L unknown (?)

I thought I'm gonna get some useful lore and information in here game theory makes me overthink 🤑😭😭

Plz give me more stuff to solve I love puzzles like this..

Edit:

I just got here and I got hit with another line of binary, time to work this bitch's education

"ERROR I SEE YOU..."

BRUH DID I JUST FREAKING DIE JWHRBWNBFJNWNFND

Omg when do attempts of staying the night with him he chats to me and it's kinda hot like he is attracted to the actual player and not the person in the game, it's so cool.

My head hurts, what the hell is this?

I can't go any further than this .. and my title screen is all messed up now..

I'll be making a second post because this is too long, I'll be decodint whatever the heck this is if I can.. please help me y'all...

Sorry this is literally my first post and it's so messy..

I will tryta translate the text that appeared in this: I will maybe give a tutorial on how to get the bad ending tomorrow too if I remember. Remind me please!

[nonbinary-beast]

I got thoughts about Nimdok and how he might be related to how AM is keeping the survivors alive.

Frankly, I don't think the five survivors were the first people AM kept in captivity. When it had enacted nuclear mutually assured destruction, likely it had already managed to get a group down inside it before. Perhaps these people were part of the military program that AM was designed for; generals, a few politicians, programmers and technicians. Just some happy accidents that managed to get sealed in when AM had first woke up and decided to kill everyone.

Or maybe this occurred before it decided to nuke the planet.

This group was AM's test group- they were the first to know the computer's torments, they likely were the first ones that led AM to figure out it was not satisfied with just killing humans. They also were the ones it probably tested its immortality methods on.

One by one the group succumbed to AM's testing most likely, either dying from incompatibility to whatever concoction the computer came up with to try and make an immortal human or being pushed too far by AM's torture methods and dying from them regardless of whether the serum worked. It's methods to keep this group from rising against it likely were more crude, no brain alterations or twisting of the body.

AM probably kept them in a chamber (or several) from which there was no way to access its computer banks or sabotage it in other ways. It may have even kept them in separate chambers or separate parts of the complex so they were always alone and could not plan, always routing them in a maze to keep them guessing which part of the complex they could be in and away from any vital systems.

This is where Nimdok comes in.

Nimdok, going by this idea, is the very last survivor of the test group. It's the reason why no one (including him) knows his name or where he comes from. It's why he cannot remember anything. As a final act of its experimenting, AM probably wiped Nimdok's memory and renamed him before lumping him in with the other four- all part of building its god complex. A god does not experiment, it does not make mistakes, it is omnipotent and omniscient. Having an individual that would undermine all that by telling the survivors that there had been others before them, and they were used to allow AM to hone its most basic skills, would be an insult to its pride- and possibly instill the idea that the machine is not as perfect as it appears to be.

Also having an individual among this group that essentially is a living cheat sheet to what AM has up its sleeve probably would be less "fun" for it too.

[scramratz]

Would It be a dick move if I made the magazine only physical? Like no online version at all? I kinda fucking hate technology

[cchanticleer]

i haven't touched awakening modding almost at all mostly bc i don't have any major ideas. but i thought of one

[thebramblewood]

Little does Ulrike know Helena has the (vampire) sugar mommy from hell... and she's here to crash the party.

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Featuring a lot by @moonwoodhollow, gnome art by @pocketgnome, Leonor and Renzo by @nexility-sims, Rosella, George, and Jo by @aheathen-conceivably, and Nettie by @venriliz.

Ulrike: Did you know I would be showing tonight?

Helena: No. God, no. I wouldn’t have come if I knew… I mean, not that I wouldn’t want to see you, but… I promise I’m not, like, stalking y-

Ulrike: [laughs] Take a breath, Zhao. I didn’t mean to accuse you. But can you blame me for being caught off guard? Why are you in Windenburg?

Helena: Oh, I’ve been staying nearby with some… friends.

Ulrike: What friends?

Helena: No one you know.

Ulrike: Why didn’t you tell me? You knew I was doing the residency.

Helena: I just… didn’t want things to be awkward.

Ulrike: And bumping into each other like this isn’t?

[overlapping crowd chatter]

Ulrike: God, I can barely hear myself think. Let’s talk somewhere quieter.

-

Ulrike: Level with me, Zhao. Are you okay?

Helena: What? I’m fine.

Ulrike: You’ve barely even made eye contact, which I know means you’re lying about something. That dress looks expensive — and that jewelry. Your hair is so glossy I can see my own reflection. Your skin is clear as glass. I think I know what’s going on here.

Helena: Ulrike, I can explain-

Ulrike: You’re someone’s sugar baby.

Helena: [bursts out laughing] Oh my god, Faust. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.

Ulrike: At least it got you to look at me. Helena, your eyes! They almost seem red.

Helena: [dismissively] It must be the lights. Now, tell me, how the fuck have those gnomes still got you in a chokehold after all this time?

Ulrike: There’s the Zhao I know, always asking the hard-hitting questions.

-

Lilith: Unhand me, you brute! You and your approved guest list can both go straight to hell. [to Caleb] Did you truly think not inviting me would prevent me from finding out about this delightful little event?

Caleb: [calmly] It wasn't meant to be a secret. I just didn’t think you’d care to come.

Lilith: [teasingly] Your thoughts betray you, baby brother.

Caleb: My thoughts betray nothing. You simply followed us here.

Lilith: Well, if only the two of you weren’t so obnoxious about occupying each other’s headspace. Admit it. You only keep me out to tip the scales in your favor.

Caleb: As though you wouldn’t do the same — if you could. But you hear only as much as she’s willing to tell you, and it drives you mad.

Lilith: [giggles] Oh, this is a fun game. We've never feuded over a girl before. I thought that sort of thing would be beneath you, considering your-

Caleb: Don’t be gauche, Lilith. It’s not a g-

Lilith: Yes, there they are — your hideously boring morals. [heaves dramatic sigh] I’d love to keep chatting, but I must take a look around. I’ve always been a patron of the arts.

[mishmash-webster]

in regards to that new sock plush giveaway ……….

[tomeebear04]

day 481