#compute kernel

[anextravagantliar]

the ethos of ai is not good. the way it drains the environment is worse. the way large corps tout LLM models that turn out to be human analysed data is also rampant. Don’t use ChatGPT or deepseek or anything else don’t give them what you have so valiantly earned and honed as they do not value you

[andmaybegayer]

the funny thing about the whole "The hardest part of moving from Windows to Linux is just that software you use won't run on Linux" also exists if you try to move from Linux to a BSD.

[coupleofdays]

So today I learned about an obscure Japanese... well, it's apparently not actually an operating system in itself, but a "operating system kernel design", or "application programming interface" (API) or "a body of standards that define its frameworks". I'm not very well-versed with this kind of computer terminology, but my layperson understanding is that it's a framework from which you can make a number of different, similar operating systems, based on a common "blueprint".

What's most important to me, however, is its name: "The Real-time Operating system Nucleus", or, abbreviated, "TRON".

Yup, in 1984, some Japanese folks apparently created an operating system (kinda) named TRON (sometimes called the "TRON project"). And it apparently still exists in some form (the most recent implementation being called "T-Kernel"). There's even been computer hardware designed specifically to run it!

But as I noted, it's very obscure, at least outside of Japan. There's apparently very little English-language information available about it. The always-excellent @foone did a Twitter thread some years ago about it with some fascinating tidbits (inlcuding that at one point, "the US government threatens a complete import ban on all TRON-based products"), and there's also a Wikipedia page (and a separate one about T-Kernel specifically).

Again, I'm not very knowledgeable about the nitty-gritty of this kind of software stuff, so I can't give any particular insights about it aside from "huh, that's funny, it's called TRON". Except for one interesting quote from the Wikipedia article:

"The project's goal is to create an ideal computer architecture and network, to provide for all of society's needs."

You might say that they're attempting to create... the perfect system?

[skulleroskeleton]

Computer Family AU - Tasque Managers v2

[baked-bread]

installing linux on new computers is all fun and games until the kernel included with your distro version doesn't support your wifi chipset

[pseuddamntired]

Reblogging to add a specific thing I’ve messed around with: blurring data is not secure. Blurred data can be recovered, with some trial and error. Just gotta guess the right values for the kernel (the blurring filter, basically) that was applied and you can “reverse” the blur effect (it’s not likely to be one to one, there will likely be some artifacts) well enough that a person could read data from the image. If they get it right. But they have as many tries to get the parameters right as they need.

Censor it as completely as you can, destroy any pixels that could give data.

Unfortunately I am no expert in security so I can’t give advice on what to do instead, I just know about undoing blurring because I messed around with image processing techniques last fall.

Maybe look up destructive censoring? You want to destroy the sensitive data, not transform it. It should not be recoverable.

I try to use the boxes filled in to try and cover the pixels completely, and then I (maybe unnecessarily, idk) take a screenshot of the image and send that. I don’t want to chance that the original image is recoverable when sent out, even though I’m pretty sure that’s not easily done. But I think designing the feature for sending edited images such that it contained the original image in its data would be a terrible idea. I doubt major companies do that but there is likely a lot of metadata in files other than images that you might send out.

He did bro so bad homie made another video just to apologize.

[rocket-penguin]

Internet Coder™: We're going to learn some low-level embedded techniques!

Internet Coder™: -heap allocates-

Internet Coder™: -uses OS call-

Internet Coder™: -uses stdlib string function-

Internet Coder™: -generally not careful with memory usage-

Internet Coder™: And that's how you write embedded code!

[anothermonikan]

Okay redraw like 3 of this one 🔥🔥

[riarnu]

mercury retrograde really fucking me over this time around

[futuretrain]

I started writing all of this in the tags, but then I got so many of them it just hit me it should be a whole post, so, here: i used linux (arch-based specifically) as my daily driver OS for 2 years and i loved it and it's great but it's not the solution

in fact the leap from ''i don't know how to move files between folders'' to linux is going to be too advanced for most people and make them more likely to give up. especially if a program they use and like doesn't have a native linux package.

like in my own experience i couldn't find a music player that could rival foobar for me on features so i just kept using foobar. and that meant that one of the first things i installed on a fresh linux install was wine. and some distros deal don't give you an easy way to do that. some do not even give you easy ways to install anything at all. and nobody who is not already comfortable with doing "advanced" user things on their preferred system is going to be suddenly more confident about using the linux terminal package installation process.

sometimes features that you don't even have to worry about on windows/native OS don't get automatically carried on linux distro installations. for example, my laptop's wifi card's drivers! it's not an old or obscure laptop - it's a lenovo legion. you know, a fairly popular laptop model! i had to urgently look for my ethernet cable and spent 3 days googling in my free time to figure out what driver i needed to install for my specific card and then way too much time fighting pamac over it because there were 3 different packages that had the name of my card but only one of them worked. or the fact that i searched for 2 years and still couldn't find a way to lower my screen's refresh rate, which was stuck at the max 165hz. so, you know, don't take your laptop off charging because you can't put it in a lower battery refresh rate, and just deal with the judder on movies because that's not going away. i lived with all of those issues and the inconvenience because to me, they weren't ~that~ big of a deal and at least some of them i could bypass or fix with a little bit of time. most people are not going to be fine with the inconvenience, especially if they remember using an OS where those same issues never even came up.

one thing i DO recommend people to do with linux is to keep a usb stick with a flashed linux distro that has a live mode, because you can use it without installing the OS. so if your main OS gets corrupted because of an update or anything else happens to it, you can just plug your linux usb into the usb port and boot into the live usb and have access to your files and go online if you want. on some distros you can even install programs on top of the base live distro, they are probably going to be gone next time you log in though. you'll need to learn how to access your bios menu, but it's significantly more user-friendly now than it was even a decade ago. if you, like me, have a fear of accidentally messing up your windows/etc OS and corrupting files in such a way that your computer just bricks itself basically, having that back-up linux live usb can do a lot for that anxiety. it definitely does mine!

bottom line don't offer people with no computer literacy linux as a user-friendly alternative. they WILL get confused by it and never want to try again in the future. offer them ways to learn their preferred system instead. in fact, chromeOS which powers chromebooks is a linux system. linux is not a catch all solution to computer literacy and never was

We need to lay more blame for "Kids don't know how computers work" at the feet of the people responsible: Google.

Google set out about a decade ago to push their (relatively unpopular) chromebooks by supplying them below-cost to schools for students, explicitly marketing them as being easy to restrict to certain activities, and in the offing, kids have now grown up in walled gardens, on glorified tablets that are designed to monetize and restrict every movement to maximize profit for one of the biggest companies in the world.

Tech literacy didn't mysteriously vanish, it was fucking murdered for profit.

[mantis-a-shrimp]

Shoutout to that lovely trans woman that tried to explain what a kernel was to me that one time. It did not stick AT ALL but I appreciate the effort

[radicalityincident]

God I hate how normalized not being in control of your own devices has become. My phone updates in the middle of the night without asking me shit or getting my consent for anything and its like "Oh hi I'm your new AI, please enjoy this forced overlay that you can't exit out of until you go through my tutorial"

"Great fuck you, I would like to uninstall you" "Oh I'm sorry you can't uninstall me! I'm a core system application and if you uninstall me your phone won't function correctly despite the fact that I did not exist yesterday and your phone worked fine" "....." "You can disable parts of my functionality but I will always be here and I will pop up notifications asking you to re-enable me unless you figure out how to disable those too! Then I will still show up in a different color at the top of your settings application telling you that you need to 'fix" a 'problem' with your phone, that problem being that I am disabled. Does that help?"

Like, you know what I can do on my desktop? "sudo pacman -Rdd linux" , this will just fucking remove the entire linux kernel. Fundamentally breaking my computer until I boot up a live disk and chroot in and reinstall it or whatever, and the computer will go "Are you sure (y/n)" or whatever and i'm like "y" and it will just go "Ok you got it boss"

But its mine, I get to do what I want with it. I control the computer, the computer does not control me. I refuse to cede control to my phone or anything else. The thing is a lot of people will joke that like "Oh I love just letting the machine tell me what to do, I don't know what I'm doing, it knows best" or whatever but the thing you have to realize is that when you say that you are abstracting away that "the phone" or whatever is not some value neutral logic driven robot like from sci-fi, it is a collection of the the capitalistic and fascistic desires of the tech oligarch fuckwits that are burning the world to the ground right now. You aren't submitting to the phone, you are submitting to Musk, Bezos, Nadella, Pichai, Cook and all those other evil bastards.

Fuck them, fuck their little AI toys, and fuck this.

[calsbbyapple]

LADS men when you scream (not in a sexy way)

Fluffy and crack au

Pairings: reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus & Caleb (separately)

Disclaimer! This is how I view the lads men, please keep in mind that your opinions and mine might differ

XAVIER

You and Xavier had decided to watch a movie on one of your rare day offs.

A horror movie, to be exact.

While you were certainly squeamish about jumpscares and the overall creepy atmosphere of horror movies, Xavier just looked confused and disinterested, more focused on holding your hand and munching on popcorn than in the movie.

Hence, it was to no one's surprise that Xavier soon started to feel sleepy, resting his head on your shoulder halfway through the movie. You barely acknowledge him nodding off on your shoulder, too immersed in the movie.

This feels nice, Xavier thought with a barely there smile as he finally slips into Dreamland, just as the movie's plot starts to thicken.

Your skin crawls with the creepy music rising, watching the movie through the gaps of your fingers.

It was then that it happened.

The antagonist of the movie jumped into the camera frame, scaring you silly as you let out the loudest, most shrill scream you had ever heard from yourself. From beside you, Xavier flinched awake with a start, his blue eyes wide and alert as he quickly looked around himself, expecting a Wanderer while the bowl of popcorn that had been perched between you two went flying in the air, scattering kernels all over the room.

He had nearly pulled out his hunter's sword before he noticed you looking at him wide eyed, a flush of embarrassment on your face.

"Starlight.... What was that about?"

"I'm sorry! I just got scared by the movie." You apologize quickly and he looked at you as if he couldn't decide whether he wanted to be upset that you ruined his peaceful sleep or be endeared by your antics.

"Let's.... Let's just clean up." He finally said with a shake of his head, a small smile on his face.

"Oh, and no more horror movies."

"No more horror movies."

ZAYNE

You and Zayne were sitting in a comfortable silence in his living room. He was writing a super important draft to the cardiovascular department about an upcoming seminar on new surges in healing Protocore related heart problems, while you read your current favorite book, sitting on his side.

The only sounds that could be heard in the living room were the sounds of papers flipping and the tapping of the keys on the keyboard.

Zayne looked outwardly cold and distant, but every once a while, his eyes slid over to where your toes were wiggling in barely contained excitement to whatever plot development was happening in your book. Smiling slightly, he shook his head and turned back to his typing.

And then, just as he was about to get to the incredibly important part in his draft, the unexpected happened.

You screamed- no, the word should be screeched, in glee. "YES!! THEY FINALLY KISSED!!" You screamed, scaring the crap out of Zayne who had not expected such a loud outburst. His finger slipped, and he heard a small ding from the computer. Looking back at the screen, his eyes widened as he noticed that he had sent the unfinished, unproofread draft to his entire department. Oh, the horror.

"Snowdrop....." Zayne sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and you peeked over his shoulder, smiling sheepishly when you figured out what had happened.

"Whoopsies.... Sorry, Dr. Zayne."

".... *sigh* Well, its done. I suppose I can write a new mail later. Now, tell me what had you acting like that?"

"Okay so like--"

And that was how you found yourself telling the entire plot to Zayne who listened to you patiently.

RAFAYEL

"Rafayel."

"I know, Cutie. Just a little more."

"It's been 800 years-"

"Oh haha, you're a comedian now, aren't you?"

You snicker at Rafayel's deadpanned expression, before letting him go back to whatever he was painting. Since his studio was being renovated, it was only natural that he had taken over your apartment as his temporary studio. Something about the angle of the sun, that you hadn't bothered to listen completely to. When Rafayel ranted, you tended to tune out the words that you didn't quite understand. Which, when it came to the renowned artist who seemed to speak art as well, was about 75% of the time.

Sighing to yourself, you decided to clean up the mess he had created of your living room, around the tall ladder-isque stool he sat perched on. Paints, paintbrushes, more paints, more paintbrushes. Picking them up, you stack them on the coffee table before heading to sit down on the couch once more.

However, before you could sit down, the doorbell rang and Rafayel let out a disgruntled noise at the interruption to his 'inspirational time'.

"Cutie."

"I know, I know, go back to your painting."

You brush your clothes down with your hands and saunter over to the front door while Rafayel went back to his painting, leaning over in concentration.

When you opened the door, your eyes widened when you noticed the delivery boy and the logo of the official merch of one music group you were currently obsessed with. Unable to hold back your excitement, you screamed in delight, jumping on your feet as you snatched the box from the poor delivery boy.

"It's here! It's here! It's finally here!"

In the midst of your screaming, you failed to notice the yelp from the living room, followed by a thud and a string of colorful curses in Lemurian. It was only when you walked into the living room, grinning like a child on Christmas morning, that you noticed Rafayel sprawled starfish style on your fluffy carpet, the stool still creaking and a streak of blue paint on your furniture.

"Raffie! Oh my gosh, are you okay? Did you fall?" You rush to his side, and Rafayel looked up at you, blinking once before sitting up straight, looking around quickly. "Where is it? The thing that made you scream?" He quickly asked and you paused, the dots connecting in your mind.

"You fell because I screamed?"

"Well, of course. You're hurt? Everything okay?"

"Raffie, I just got excited cause I got my merch."

The look he gave you was one that could've easily won an Oscar. A look of pure incredulity while he stared at you as if you had grown another head.

"Cutie.... Nevermind, I don't wanna ask."

SYLUS

You had finally convinced Sylus to leave the N109 zone, where he spent his entire day cooped up in a dimly lit office, to go on a stroll with you in the park nearest to your home in Linkon City. He had, of course, protested until you bribed him with a promise to do whatever he wanted later that night. Well, Sylus was not afraid to admit that he was a weak man, especially when it came to something like that.

Hence, that was how he found himself walking with you hand-in-hand on the track in the park. The weather was pleasant, and the park was fairly crowded, filled with families who wanted to spend quality time together and burn some energy as well.

"Isn't this nice?" You asked with a beam, looking up at him and Sylus sighed, passing you a small smile. "Yes, Kitten. It's very nice." Luke and Kieran would have a field trip if they saw how tamed their boss had turned when it came to 'boss lady' as they liked to call you.

Just then, your eyes fell upon an ice cream stand on the side of the park pathway, and you beam, looking up at Sylus. "Wait here, I'll be right back!" With that, you let go of his hand and jogged towards the ice cream stand.

"Wait, kitten-" Sylus frowned when he realized you were out of earshot already, and he sighed, waiting for you to come back while skillfully ignoring the surprised looks he was getting from the spectators in the park. After all, it wasn't every day that someone showed up to the park in an immaculately tailored suit.

Checking the time, he was about to go check on you when he heard a loud, familiar scream. Instantly, he was rushing towards the sound of the scream, black and red mist already forming at his fingertips. Eradicate the threat, he thought as he looked around urgently, only to pause when he found you.

You were crouched in front of a doberman puppy, cooing loudly as you hugged and petted the happy pup. "Oh, you're a good boy! Who's a good boy? You are! Yes, you are!" You cooed and Sylus couldn't stop his amused yet slightly exasperated chuckle.

"Kitten, were you screaming because you found the dog cute?" He asked, unable to stop chuckling, covering his mouth with a hand, his previous protectiveness forgotten.

"Sylus! Look at him, he's the cutest, isn't he?"

"That he is, but my kitten is cuter. Now come on, let's get you that ice cream and get you home. I think we've had enough sun to last for a week."

CALEB

When you had mentioned to Caleb in passing that you were shifting to a newer apartment in Linkon, you should've expected this.

Him showing up at your doorstep with an easy smile, your personal handyman.

"Come on, pipsqueak. Let's get your stuff moved to the new place."

With that, both you and Caleb got busy packing up your stuff for the new home. While Caleb worked with the furniture that you couldn't figure out how to pack up, you worked in the kitchen, putting dishes and utensils into cardboard boxes, cushioned in between mountains of old newspaper.

Humming the tune of a pop song both of you loved nowadays, you moved through the kitchen, working through the mountain load of utensils you didn't even know you possessed.

When the time came to get down the plates from the very top shelf of the kitchen cabinet, you frowned before you shook your head, heading to the dining room with the purpose of getting a chair.

Moments later, you had clambered on top of the chair, a satisfied grin on your face now that you were able to get the plates with ease, without Caleb's help too.

Just as you picked up the first stack and moved it out of the cabinet, your eyes caught something moving at the very back of the cabinet.

A cockroach.

You know how the story goes.

Letting out a blood curdling scream, you lost your footing on the chair as you jumped back, falling off the chair while the stack of plates flew from your hands.

Loud footsteps were heard thundering down the hallway and Caleb entered the kitchen with wide eyes just before you were about to hit the ground.

With practiced ease, his hand shot out and you felt the soft energy of his Evol balancing you just millimeters away from the ground. The plates? Well, they didn't fare as well as, soon enough, the sound of ceramic and glass shattering filled the kitchen.

"Baby- Honey- what the hell was that?!"

"Caleb!" You cried out, reaching out for him and he was quick to float you straight into his arms, careful not to hurt your feet on the broken glass and ceramic.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Caleb, there's- there's a roach! In the cabinet!"

Caleb paused, letting out a gruff sigh as his face lost its initial panic. "Pipsqueak, are you serious right now? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Caleb! Get rid of it!"

"Alright, alright! Jeez, you're going to make my hair go white before I even turn 30."

With that, Caleb grabbed a slipper and went to take care of the cockroach Asian-Mum style.

🍎⭐🐟❄️🐦‍⬛

Hope you enjoyed!

[semi-sketchy]

The initial post also misses how many programs ARE NOT SUPPORTED ON LINUX.

There are some alternatives, but GIMP will not replace Clip Studio Paint or magically make my tablet drivers work.

While Steam Proton is great for games, it's also not perfect and other game launchers are woefully behind on Linux support.

Plus, some vital programs such as Intel ME, which some motherboards require, can be the only way to update your BIOS and it's locked to Windows. (Actually ran into this issue recently when building a NAS. They legit will not let you flash it the traditional way.)

Not to mention, if you need the Adobe suite for school or your job requires it, you can't use Linux.

There are legitimate reasons beyond learning ability people aren't going to switch and will basically be forced to upgrade. That is the problem consumers are left with.

I talked about the problem of Windows system requirements being too damn high before, and how the windows 10 to 11 jump is especially bad. Like the end of Windows 10 is coming october 2025, and it will be a massive problem. And this article gives us some concrete numbers for how many computers that can't update from win10 to 11.

And it's 240 million. damn. “If these were all folded laptops, stacked one on top of another, they would make a pile 600 km taller than the moon.” the tech analysis company quoted in the article explains.

So many functioning computers that will be wasted. And it's all because people don't wanna switch to a Linux distro with sane system requirements and instead buy a new computer.

Like if you own one of these 240 million windows 10 computers, Just be an environmentally responsible non-wasteful person and switch that computer to Linux instead of just scrapping it because Microsoft says it's not good enough.

[ozzgin]

Monstertober & Yantober Day 3: AI, Secret Collection ft. Yan!Android

content: gender neutral reader, AI yandere, suggestive

"I'm truly sorry for troubling you like this", your synthetic partner repeats, visibly embarrassed.

You pat his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey, it's faster than going through all the security checks at the border. I may be no Spacer engineer, but I can still have a look at your kernel to check what’s wrong."

You wait for the screen to load as the man sits patiently next to you, adjusting the cables presently plugged into the nape of his neck.

"Just a lot of overhead, really", you conclude, glancing over the processes. "Nothing a little decluttering can't fix."

One folder immediately catches your attention. It's not part of the system management, yet it seems to occupy a tremendous amount of memory space. You hum to yourself, deciding to investigate.

The files flood your screen: thousands upon thousands of documents, photos, and videos of you. Personal information, family albums, images taken from your investigations, as well as recordings of your intimate moments, followed by written commentary. It appears that your romantic escapades with the android coworker have been thoroughly analyzed for improved efficiency.

"Did you record every time we-"

Your computer goes black for a brief moment. The incriminating folder is now locked under a big, bold warning: unauthorized access.

"I'm afraid that's rather confidential, (Y/N)", he retorts, avoiding your gaze. "It is my private collection."

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, going over the sheer madness you just witnessed.

"I'm not that hard to satisfy", you finally remark, still hung on the essay pages regarding your sexual arousal.

"Not at all, no", he says as a faint grin forms on his face. "I simply prefer to be thorough in my research. You will agree, I hope, that no other partner could possibly compete with my performance.

That is to say, I have merely ensured that I am the best fit for you."

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