#programmer system

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has an icon of a rainbow flower in the center. it has a wide smile. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: black, dark grey, and bright green. the second flag has these top three colors: dark blue, medium blue, and bright mint green. each flag has these bottom six stripes: medium blue, off-white, medium blue, bright red, medium yellow, and dull green. END ID.]

hackidcoric: a gender connected to being a kidcore hacker; this gender is connected to kidcore, kidcore aesthetics, hacker/hacking aesthetics, technology aesthetics, and teknithood/exenhood!

kidcorammer: a gender connected to being a kidcore programmer; this gender is connected to kidcore, kidcore aesthetics, programming aesthetics, technology aesthetics, and nonbinary teknithood/exenhood!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian

[computer-nerd-girl]

[fragmentedfae-userboxes]

These are strictly ramcoa/cult survivor related

[retrocgads]

UK 1982

[alongtidesoflight]

prayer circle i wanna talk to anora tonight so y'all need to send me the prayers babes

[astarsor]

fugly chud fan renders of RGG key art using my thesis game project’s main character Gil

(play our game on itch.io! it’s just 30 mins long…!)

[deargravity]

one of the many things that bothers me about goku luck is the fact that they have kenta (a minor) in a penitentiary full of adult convicts. where was the juvenile welfare officer and why are they not doing their job. hope they’re fired

[d8tl55c]

scene of programmer021 throwing together the code for the first TCOs: "what if i just give them 100% in all stats lmao."

releases one into a sandbox*

sandbox bricked irretrievably within 3 minutes

ho-ly shit.

..... that's hilarious.

they try like ten more times, each with the same outcome. the little worm is good at what it does, scary good, and programmer is grateful that they went the extra mile with the sandbox layer of protection from it.

at a safe distance, the TCOs are brilliant sparring partners.

*(basically a mini computer running inside of (but held separately from) another computer) (used to test new features without risking a whole system)

on the twelfth go, they've learned enough of its tricks to have more of a chance. both of them take a moment after a long scuffle to catch their breaths. the stick figure gasps on the floor - it's amazing! so lifelike! and programmer is celebrating this little victory for the field of recreational AI right up until

it looks at them.

TCO #12 turns its hollow face out through the screen, looking at them.

programmer is unsettled.

can it see them?

their webcam is off.

surely it's impossible?

right?

and yet, it seems to see them regardless, because not only does it react to their reaction (little twitches eerily realistic, how did their program know to do those things), it capitalizes on their shock. it springs to its feet while they're still open-mouthed and reaches the walls of the sandbox window (which programmer had been herding them away from at all costs), crashing against the side, rebounding, and hitting them again and again.

programmer flails to reconnect to their Cursor (you know when you forget where it is and have to wave it around before you can use it again? like that, but with even more panic, confusion, and imminent peril).

there are cracks in a multitude of funny colors forming at the edge of the sandbox instance. pieces of the window dent out of its normal bounding box. The Chosen One adapts instantly, focusing its hits toward the weak points.

WTF! this has gone way too far.

programmer's Cursor swoops around from out of nowhere and catches the TCO by the base of its head. it tries to breathe fire and only manages strangled puffs of smoke. its legs kick the air. where once it was so elegant and poised it twists and writhes-

programmer drops it.

they feel cold.

their Cursor retreats outside the walls of the sandbox PC, clicking into the main system's File Explorer. already open is the folder with this sandbox, its partition of storage, and setup files inside.

they click it. press Delete on their keyboard.

the TCO tries to stand. it pushes through a dizzy spell, one hand holding the spot under its head that must be its neck, and sprints toward the breach it was working on.

a confirmation pane appears, from the process responsible for running the sandbox.

its arms are strong, but the more TCO_12 struggles the more it's clear that this wall would need way more firepower and concerted effort... and time... to break. it's out of time. it realizes this.

are you sure you want to end this process? ALL data will be lost.

programmer sees when it loses hope, because it abandons the wall. it abandons the whole game: the pride and dignity it fought with, the play-pretend that it held any real power here. it turns outward again, toward the screen. small hands slam against the barrier between them, knock-knocking faster, faster, please please please, its legs shake and give out but it keeps knocking, on its knees, please please please please PLEASE

the sandbox is deleted.

the window that displayed it freezes, lighting up too-bright and desaturated.

a snapshot of the TCO is frozen in place, begging for...

begging for what? it was never meant to know anything. to want anything. how did it know there was anything outside its reality to want?

or was it simply afraid to die?

Windows catches up, and sweeps the frozen program away.

programmer021 is left alone with the spot where TCO_12 used to be.

their friends want to play with their latest stick figures. they were supposed to update today.

programmer numbly uploads the most recent release build they have. killer and BEAST were fun to work on. they'll warn everyone not to touch TCO until.... until programmer works out how to... until ever, and if one of them does, it'll be their own fault.

[velvetlilith777]

i can't be the only one who thinks seb is incredibly bad omens + sleep token coded?? unless my mind is just trying to merge two of my forms of brain rot together ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has an icon of a robotic arm in the center. it is outlined in dark red, with red-orange, orange, and light yellow accents. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: black, dark grey, and bright green. the second flag has these top three colors: dark blue, medium blue, and bright mint green. each flag has these bottom six stripes: red-orange, off-white, red-orange, light orange, orange-yellow, and bright yellow. END ID.]

hackanitronic: a gender connected to being an animatronic hacker, or a hacker of animatronics; this gender is connected to animatronics, animatronic aesthetics, hacker/hacking aesthetics, technology aesthetics, and teknithood/exenhood!

progranitronic: a gender connected to being an animatronic programmer, or a programmer of animatronics; this gender is connected to animatronics, animatronic aesthetics, programming aesthetics, technology aesthetics, and nonbinary teknithood/exenhood!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian

[tmos-time]

guy who sees the inherent weight of humanity and people present in fictional characters: yeah im normal about bringing characters to life by experiencing them through a meta-narrative that directly interacts with the creator and/or the observer why do you ask

[gumjester]

ever after high animatic to the stupendium's the fine print. surely. you understand the vision

[lavendertarot]

Tbh I don't think we'll ever have "real AI", because first of all the act of creation in tech implies a level of replicability that requires a person to understand how a quote-unquote "independently thinking computer" came to the conclusions it did and produced the data it has. More importantly though, if one was created I don't think you could spend more than 10 minutes before some investor or self important computer scientist insisted that every thought that came from the AI was their own - thus defeating the whole point of strong artificial intelligence

[bitbotwomp]

finding out I'm plural is the funniest shit ever like you're telling me my solo game dev project was really done by an indie dev team

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[above-below-sys]

hey uh former denialist handler having opinions on main here. can y'all just think for a minute about pulling the "endogenic systems are just traumagenic systems who don't remember their trauma yet" logic out.

like, who does it benefit? really. for systems that id as endogenic, either you're going to trigger concern and anxiety about memories they've dissociated from (which we all know how purposely digging for dissociated information goes ...) or take that as implied fakeclaiming because they know their experience doesn't fit that narrative.

And I know we're not the only traumagenic system who hears that and instantly realizes we're not safe around that person. that this is a person who is capable of looking at our experiences and sorting them into "not real enough," whether or not they're aware of it.

(also like insisting all plurality must fit the westernized medical model is inherently kind of racist, but that's a sociopolitical discussion not a traumatological one)

It just. It seems like such a selfish sentiment to put into a community where one should anticipate that denialists might be present. Who does that sentiment help, except the echo chamber trying to put being programmed on such a specific pedestal? I'm genuinely curious why people say it.