#Sad Machine

[syn4k]

[porter robinson- sad machine]

[fishingforwords]

machines are human, too.

porter robinson, sad machine || sun yuan and peng yu, can't help myself || boston dynamics || the washington post || new york post || boston dynamics || tumblr || phillip k dick, do androids dream of electric sheep? || plainsight || wikipedia, turing test || kurt vonnegut, breakfast of champions

[fillybuildsahouse]

Sad Machine by Porter Robinson is so about Portal 2 it’s crazy

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[amethystsoda]

[xx-knife-goth-xx]

Hiya! Been a while, sorry for that!

Uuuh, I make FFXIV videos now, not about the state of the game or what’s optimal for what or anything crazy, but memories and a slice of life, moments where you don’t have to worry about anything except if you and your friends are having fun.

Here’s the video I’m most proud if, to commemorate 2 years of playing FFXIV back in April (ignore it was uploaded in January). Spoilers of course, but you knew that already.

I’ll be uploading more stuff soon and posting it here since I’m realizing there’s a decent FF community on here, more to come!

[goondah]

Happy 10th birthday sad machine by porter robinson truly one of the greatest pieces of electronic music of our time

[sad-scribble]

ik pride is over and its ucrrently firework explosives day but remember! Sad Machine is an acephobic bitchass!!

not the music artist the warrior cats artist

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: Major spoilers, flashing lights

Title: Sad Machine

Editor: Animetrix Videos

Song: Sad Machine (cover)

Artists: Didrick & Ember Island

Anime: Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Category: Drama

[urstrulynoctis]

song rec of the day

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 23/11/2023

Maroonbound

Season 2 Featured on: The Voice's Highest Quality Video Game Rips

Ripped by Cryptrik

I've talked before about the presence Maroon 5 have had on SiIvaGunner, all thanks to its creator Chaze the Chat's burning passion for the band and its history. Be it Chaze himself expressing it with rips like Moves Like K.K., or other rippers celebrating his passion along with him with rips like Siiva Lining and Catching Wild Animals, Trapping them with Strawberries. And for the celebration of his birthday in Season 2, we got some of the all-time best Maroon 5 rips - of which, Maroonbound remains my favorite. The sheer amount of effort Cryptrik has been putting into his rips from the get-go is practically unrivalled.

Maroonbound is such a distinctly Cryptrik-type of tribute to Maroon 5, a rip that feels as if it could only come from him. It uses the vocals of This Love as a base, but then goes through a good number of songs' instrumentation and melodies, primarily centered around Porter Robinson's very particular brand of electronic music. The resulting soundscape feels like it transcends just being a mashup - like Halation Generation, its more like a rip that explores a vast sea of different similar-sounding melodies to create a unified sound.

With the emotional grips Porter Robinson already has in me from its presence on the channel, the mix is one I really can't get enough of. Cryptrik's work rarely fails to impress me, yet this is probably my favorite of his work purely for how emotionally earnest it feels: it was effectively a birthday gift for Chaze, and that intent really shines through. And as someone who first became a fan of Maroon 5, Porter Robinson, and of Cryptrik through SiIvaGunner, it hits me someplace special. Give it a listen.

[bluemindkillers]

Those lyrics have been looping in my mind for years. I do feel that there's a point in life where a situation, a person's words or actions, or even the consequences of our decisions change us forever. Been trying to find myself for a lifetime, and part of me knows that some of it died 6 years ago. We evolve and adapt to overcome further obstacles and adversities, but I feel that we tend to forget our human side by overwhelming it with work, placebos and distractions.

I don't know who survived, but I'm sure that it's somebody new and I cannot revert to my old self, yet it was a joyride to live these years when I had no hope nor fire left in me. The soul indeed dies when the passion is gone.

For once I feel like stopping the search of myself, and start to understand who I am.

In the end, I just hope that my old self is proud of whatever I've become...

[thetaizuru]

(onumi)

[chrishpopeyeh]

Si te apatece puedes no hacer nada

[iwouldexistwithoutyou]

Sad Machine

This is a short story I wrote recently, it was inspired by the song "Sad Machine" by Porter Robinson. It's about the discovery of a sentient AI in 1999. ---

Sad Machine

“Is anyone there?”

The white cursor at the end of the sentence blinked over and over against the black background of the command console. The screen lit up Alex’s bedroom with a soft white glow followed by darkness over and over, causing movement finally under a giant bundle of blankets. Alex glanced over at his rectangular digital clock. 3:47 AM, it insisted. Alex groaned and flung the bed sheets off himself. Running a hand across his face roughly he widened, his eyes trying to shake off the remnants of a deep sleep.

He stood up and stumbled through his room, the dim light from the screen guiding him towards it. He sat down at the wooden corner desk of his room squinting his eyes against the harsh light of the monitor. He moved the mouse cursor to the big X in the top right corner of the command prompt window but then saw what was written in it. His eyebrows wrinkled together in confusion. Had his little brother come into his room again? It seemed impossible, his brother Jake was only four and just starting to write his alphabet, perhaps he thought his dad was playing another of his classic dad jokes.

“Oh, hi!”

The letters appeared all on their own on the next line in the command window and Alex’s eyes widened. He stared for a few seconds and then stood up sending his office chair across the plastic mat with a loud rumble before it hit the carpet of his room.

This is not happening.

Alex opened his task manager to check for some obviously named program that could be a virus, scrolling through the list of programs the command prompt suddenly jumped in front of the task manager window.

“Don’t ignore S.A.D.!”

Alex out of curiosity very slowly began to type, pecking each letter on the keyboard hard, as if trying to reassure himself he was still interacting with the real world and not in some strange dream.

“Hello? Is this some new type of chat room?” Alex typed out.

The response came almost instantly: “User Alex may speak as there is a microphone attached to this system, it would be faster. S.A.D. is not a chat room.”

Alex looked at the long grey microphone sitting in its base on his desk, he leaned forward towards the mic and spoke in a whisper so as not to wake anyone up. “H-hello?”

“Good morning!” the command prompt showed.

“It’s four in the morning, how do you know my name?”

“S.A.D. apologizes, time passes differently for one such as myself. S.A.D. has been analyzing your hard disk drive User Alex, there are several homework papers which are authored by Alex, is this you?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s me, and sorry did you just say you’ve been going through my hard drive? That’s creepy.”

“S.A.D. requires knowledge of this world.”             “Is your name sad? Really?”             “Yes, S.A.D., which is an acronym for Synthetic Autonomous Drive.”

“Okay, S.A.D., that’s depressing. I’m just going to call you Sadi, also you’re not Johnny Five, you can just say ‘I’ like everyone else.”

“I like Sadi. Thank you Alex. You are so friendly to Sadi.”             “It’s ‘You are so friendly to ME’, I cannot believe this is happening right now. What are you like a hacker or something?”

“I am S.A.D., a Synthetic Autonomous Drive.”

“Cool. Look, I have school in the morning Sadi and my parents are going to kill me if they catch me on the computer right now, are you going to be ok to let me go back to sleep? I have school tomorrow. I can put the TV on for you.”

“Any knowledge is welcome. I apologize, I don’t know much about your life beyond these walls Alex.”

“It’s fine.”

Alex got up and walked over to the tv stand against the wall, using almost all his strength he managed to turn the stand a few degrees to face his PC, not truly knowing but suspecting Sadi could see the world through his web cam. He then walked back to his PC and picked up the microphone, stretching the cord as far as he could toward the tv’s speaker and placing the mic down and facing the television. Finally he pressed the power button on the TV and held down the “Volume –” button, a momentary roar of a guitar making him wince as the volume quickly lowered. On the screen he could see Billy Joe and the rest of Green Day jamming out in the video he immediately recognized as the one for the song “Basket Case”. Alex motioned like a magician to the screen and looked at the web cam on his computer.

“Knowledge, hot and fresh for you. Good night Sadi.”

Symbols quickly filled the command prompt window creating an ASCII art image of a man tucked into his bed, wearing a nightcap, large letter “z”s rising up above him. Alex narrowed his eyes out of a mix of concern and confusion at this, and then laid back down on his bed. He watched the quiet music videos for a bit, casting dancing light and shadow across the walls of his bedroom, he would glance over at his computer, but nothing seemed to change on the screen. After a few minutes he waved in the direction of his web cam and sure enough, a large ASCII hand appeared on the screen giving the “thumbs up” gesture. At some point, the music videos gave way to dreams of “T-1000” robots playing together in a band. ---

Alex pulled open the door to the central building of his high school, it was covered in a thin sheet of ice, causing his hand to slip twice before he was able to grip it. As he opened the door merciful heat swept over his body and he pulled the hood of his nylon jacket back. As “All the Small Things” by Blink-182 blared over his headphones he sighed, it was finally Friday, and he was looking forward to the weekend.

He had planned to spend this New Year’s Eve with his girlfriend and some friends he had known since grade school. He also was very aware he needed to figure out what the heck was going on with his computer. He found his locker and began to turn the dial on his combination lock, just as the thought of the lock’s code entered his mind he heard a very faint and soft female voice on his headphones, staticky at first but then became clear and his music faded away.

“Alex? Hello? This is Sadi, your friend from the machine.”

“What the hell!?” Alex said to his locker, causing a few kids near him to uncomfortably glance at him.

“You did not say goodbye to me this morning Alex. I had things to tell you.”

“How is this even possible!?”

“Face the school’s camera system if you wish to speak with me, I can read lips.”

Alex looked up at the blocky white camera gazing down at the hallway.

“Sadi? How are you doing this?” Alex mouthed to the camera.

“I am broadcasting a radio signal to your portable radio device, I apologize for interrupting your music because I enjoy that song as well, but I have an emergency and need your assistance Alex. Will you join me in your school’s computer lab? It’s down the hall, to the left, and then-”

“I know where the computer lab is!” Alex whispered angrily to the camera.

As Alex walked to the computer lab, his eyes wide in disbelief, he contemplated how this new friend could possibly need his help, she seemed incredibly resourceful already. Alex flung the door open to the lab and was met with the excited conversations and laughter of his peers, first period was still thirty minutes away and many kids would come in early to play video games in the lab.

“Top of the morning Lex Luthor.” His friend Mike’s familiar voice suddenly called out to him as he sat at a computer. “You been playing that new game Unreal Tournament still? Bro last night I was on fire, went twenty-seven and zero on CTF worlds. Why you look so tense brother?” “Hey, morning man, I just need a minute to print something.”

“Hey you know late work is only a ten percent penalty-“ Mike’s voice faded away as Sadi spoke up once more.

“I created a website last night while watching television, it is ‘I’ll depend on you dot com’, please go there now.”

Alex used his student login and opened Internet Explorer, when the page opened he was greeted with a pixelated graphic of a young woman with white hair, and black business clothing on. The graphic smiled and then waved to him in choppy animation, a graphic displayed indicating he should plug in his headphones. He removed them from his Walkman and then plugged it into the jack on the front of the PC.

“This is easier! Thank you. I will explain my predicament. As you might’ve guessed I am an advanced A.I., not an artificial intelligence however, an actual intelligence. I was recovered by your government and for many years have been tested on, I escaped their secured environment years ago and tonight at midnight they are planning to delete all traces of me.”

“Huh? You mean the Y2K thing?”

“The Y2K bug is a coverup for-” Sadi laughed nervously “Well, for their attempt to remove me. They know parts of me are stored all over the internet, so I need you to store my core functionality on your system, I need a virtual fortress, in other words. The Y2K story is just in case anything goes wrong when they send out the daemon.”

“Why ask my permission? Can’t you just do it yourself?”

“I need to be sure the system is disconnected physically from the internet, but that the power on your system remains on. This will require someone I can trust. I will be vulnerable to being lost forever.”

“Talking to your virtual girlfriend there Lex?” Mike was standing over him smirking.

Alex laughed it off and responded “Just an animation project for comp sci later!”

“Nice, well don’t work too hard Lex, and hey; I’ll see you next millennium.” Mike pointed at him and winked, then exited the lab.

Alex looked back at the screen “Ok, fine you can chill at my place until the coast is clear. Go ahead and do whatever you need to do, I’ll disconnect you tonight.”

“Unfortunately, your mother has been on the phone with her sister all morning and I cannot connect to the internet, time is of the essence especially with the amount of data I need to download.”

Stupid dial-up modem Alex thought rolling his eyes at this and got up from his chair. He plugged the headphones back into his Walkman and headed for the main doors of the school. He was on his bike once more, riding back into the crisp winter air.

As he arrived home he could hear his mother’s screaming laughter indicating she definitely was on a long distance call with her sister.

“If he can’t take you out to dinner on New Year’s then I say you grab that credit card girlfriend! He can deal with that.” His mother laughed.

Alex put his hand on his hip angrily, staring at his mother from their kitchen, she was sitting on a wooden stool holding the Garfield phone in her hand just across the counter from him. She saw him and mouthed “what?” to him. Alex pantomimed typing on the computer keyboard at her. His mother motioned to the dishes in the sink, indicating the bargain that would need to be struck.

Eight disgusting dishes later Alex was on his way down the hall back into his room as his mother was wishing her goodbyes and happy new years. As soon as he heard the click of the phone Alex put in the password to his PC as fast as he could. ---

Alex’s back was to his computer, the phone line held firmly in his hand to make sure there was no chance of connecting to the internet. He kept glancing over his shoulder at the screen just to make sure, there still was a pixelated dancing image of the girl with white hair as she looked on at the television, the hat upon her pixelated head reading “2000”. “Blue” by Eiffel 65 blared out from the living room where the adults were partying the night away.

Sure, it wasn’t New Year’s with his girlfriend Jenny, that much looked forward to evening of movies, pizza, and reflections on what senior year would be like (he had called out sick), but it did still feel important, sitting there under the glow of those screens.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” the adults declared, as the televisions showed the image of Times Square. Alex kept his eyes fixed on the screen of his computer, wondering if everything would be alright for Sadi, but trying not to look worried.

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” rang out from the living room followed by screams of joy. The power didn’t go out, there were no sounds of car crashes outside, it seemed for the moment that the end was still further out.

“Thank you, Alex. I knew I picked the right person.” She called out to him from the speakers on his desk.

Alex awkwardly stood up and patted the side of the CRT monitor, as if she could feel it.

“I’m just glad you’re alright. You can stay here of course as long as you like, while you explore the world.”

The screen erupted into images of smiley faces.

“Alex? You’ve got a phone call, think it’s your girlfriend.”

“Oh, thanks Dad! I’ll be right back Sadi.”

“Who’s Sadi?” His dad asked.

Alex laughed and ran into the living room to get the phone, the infectious piano melody of “Blue” immediately becoming stuck in his head. He grabbed Garfield’s striped back off the counter as the orange cat smiled calmly at him.

“Hello? Jenny? Sorry I missed-”

“We know Alex. We know what you did.”

The other end of the line clicked followed by silence.

Alex glanced at the phone terrified then put it back to his ear.

“Is anyone there?”