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livebeta OP t1_j9ns8j6 wrote
> I screamed with horror. Instead of levitating 10 cm, the dog sunk 10 cm into the floor.
I see you have problems reading docs + css z-indexes too
IHaveNoTact t1_j9oq4gv wrote
Could’ve been a lot worse. Imagine if he’d tried position: absolute?
lucasmedina t1_j9pnzj5 wrote
It makes me sad that this couldn't be css. The only way not to mess up the dog in the process was if it used transform instead lol
HaniiPuppy t1_j9nzq0i wrote
> “Son, if you’re reading this, help me, I’m trapped inside the console. I’ve been trying to get you here for a long time.”
We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty.
craftwork_soul t1_j9ph6t0 wrote
Cleaning my keyboard of the coffee I just spewed... ;)
Professor_Entropy t1_j9oy97x wrote
Second part
“My name is Lavender” the girl reached out with her hand to shake. I re-adjusted my focus away from the screen. “My name’s Console. Uh, I mean Daniel. Sorry, it’s just a lot to take. Not talking about your hand of course, which is just the right amount of volume. I meant all this is very new to me.” I spoke and shook her hands fumblingly.
“I understand, you zoned out there for a moment.”
“Did you know my father?”
“We did interact a bit, but Roger knows him the best I suppose” she pointed to the first stranger, who was around the same age as my father.
“Knew him? He was like my dad.”
“Dad? But you are around the same age as him!”
“No, he was like my dad – arrogant. We were close friends alright, but we had a fight some months before his disappearance. I didn’t talk to him after that”
“Roger, my father is trapped inside the console, I found a note from him.”
“Let me see it. Do a screen share.”
“How?” But before I could finish, he bumped his forehead against mine.
“There you go, I can see from your eyes now.”
“Can I too?” Lavender asked. This time I was prepared. Compared to Roger’s leathery old skin, Lavender’s skin was soft and warm. Her beautiful eyes stared at me as they came closer. My heart skipped a beat, nobody had ever bumped their forehead against mine like that before.
“Jesus sudo christ! The rumours were real. He did get inside the virus.” there were all different kinds of emotions in Roger’s voice.
I had already read the note. It told me about a virus that was spreading and infecting mental consoles and how he tried to fight against it. He had to hack the system to get root access in order to neutralise the virus but got trapped inside it in the process. He had given me root access just before writing the note. The end of the note contained a long cryptic text.
“End the sharing, quick!” Roger exclaimed.
“How?”
“Close your eyes, obviously!”
I closed my eyes. Roger whispered to me, “Don’t trust everyone here. The cryptic text might be the key to retrieving your father.”
“I got the dog out!” a man behind Lavender jumped with joy.
“Jack my boy! I knew you were brilliant, but this exceeds my expectations!” Roger complimented.
“Thanks! I figured I can’t move the dog along orthogonal axes, so why not try to rotate it? thankfully he wasn’t buried too far and it worked!”
“Come here Discordant!” I called the dog my father gave me. I hugged and petted him; happy to have found out more about my father.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Lavender leaving the front door. At that moment Jack screamed, “Roger look!”
Jack was looking at the TV in my room, which was turned on but muted.
“Deadly earthquake rocks Turkey and neighbouring nations” the bulletin read.
“It’s just an earthquake,” I said.
“No dear. It’s not just another earthquake. There was no earthquake schedule in the logs. At this scale at least, I’m pretty sure.”
“Does it mean…” it was Jack who asked but Roger spun around abruptly and replied with fear in his eyes, “Yes. The virus is spreading faster than we thought.”
Professor_Entropy t1_j9qi56v wrote
Part 3
I had already eaten the pizza when I was reading my father’s note again. Roger and others had left. Roger hurried away saying he'd be back but he needs to go to his friend who was a ‘Centaur’, but Jack assured just before leaving that he meant ‘Senator’ and that Centaurs don’t really exist.
I heard a knock and Levandar’s voice “Daniel?”
“Anderson. Daniel Anderson”
“Oh. Ok. Daniel Anderson. Can I come in?”
“You can call me Daniel. It’s fine!” I tried to recover from my mistake.
“I’m coming in.” the door shrank - the wood squeezed, its width reduced to the size of a book. She came in and the door sprung back to its original shape.
“Sorry for coming like this but it was cold outside.”
“I’m sorry Lav. Lavender. Can I call you Lav, do people call you Lav? I was going to let you in…”
“You’re sweet Daniel. You can call me Lav. I apologise for leaving earlier without saying anything.”
“Oh no. It’s fine. It’s great. But actually, I was wondering why you left. But it’s okay now that you’re here.”
“I think you may not trust me right now. Roger doesn’t like me too much either. I had to go to pick up my mother and didn’t want to ruin your moment with the dog” she explained while stepping near me.
“Discordant,” I added.
“Is that its name, isn’t it sweet?” she was standing very close to me now.
“I don’t know, I haven’t tasted him. I don’t lick pets usually. Or ever, to clarify. But you probably meant his name, yes that’s a sweet name. Yes”
“Shhh” she whispered coming very close to my face. Next moment our lips met and we kissed.
I stood there frozen for the most part, not because the kiss was cold, which was in fact, very hot, but because I didn’t know what else to do with my hands.
“I really wish you find your dad soon. Ping me when you need me, here’s my console ID.” She handed me a slip of paper which had just appeared in her hand. The door was already squeezing when she started walking back to it.
I wanted to say “will do”, “bye” or “see you later”, any of that would have been fine, but instead I stammered, “will do you later”. Fortunately, she smiled and waved me bye instead of stuffing me into the wall.
When the dust settled, and I meant literal wooden dust from the door, I got hit with a pressing question, “Did she just materialise paper from thin air?”
I messaged her on the console chat app and asked how she managed to do it without root access since it was supposed to be impossible.
Later in the night, I was thinking of the README note again. I hadn’t heard back from Roger, and I didn’t know his console ID. I hadn’t heard back from Lavender either. I re-read my father’s note.
“I love you, sorry I couldn’t spend more time with you and your mother” one line read.
I skipped to one of the later sections.
“I don’t know how much time is left. This virus will sooner or later destroy me”
I jumped to the last section.
“Take help of others. Don’t do it alone like me. Destroy this virus. I’ll share some of my tools. Be careful with them, they’re very advanced. Give my love to your mother and her dog. Also, use the dog.
ㅝკ⊗ቱഝഐŊཙᆿᗶᆰⵥჵᆰⴴ᧐㊿ყⅻഐঃᆹŊཙᆿᗶᆰⵥჵᆿ⋋㊿ᄯቿᗺᆰⴴᆿŊཙᆿᗶᆰⵥჵᆿ⋋㊿ᄯቿᗺᆰⴴᆿკ⊗ቱഝഐ ”
My attempts at decoding the message had failed. I also had no idea what he meant by "using the dog." As far as I could tell, that mutt had gone to great lengths to prove his utter uselessness at any task I could think of.
I don’t know when I slept but I was very sure of the moment when I woke up.
I woke up for two reasons. Firstly, while dreaming, I realised that the note had read ‘Give my love to your mother and her dog,’ but the dog was never hers. The only dog she had was a stuffed dog in her bedroom. Secondly, and more effectively, there was a loud roar that came from beneath the floor.
The voice grew louder and suddenly the floor gave away in front of my bed creating a large hole. From the hole, a black box began to rise, which I soon realised was an elevator.
The door opened and Roger emerged from it. He didn’t look too happy, although he was apologetic “Daniel my boy, sorry for baring in like this, but it’s an urgent matter. Lavender has taken over the weapons.”
“What? Which weapons?”
“All of them, of course.”
“All of them? What’s she doing with them.”
“Nothing good you better believe. She controls the parliament now. The president’s life is at risk. She demands full control of the projects.”
“My father talked about the projects. What are they?”
“Oh. These are the top-secret projects being developed by RARPs. They are really big and important projects.”
“What’s RARPs”
“We are RARPs Daniel. Us programmers. Well don’t ask why we are called RARPs, it’s an embarrassing history. Oh, what the hell, you’re gonna know sooner or later. We started by calling ourselves Real Programmers.
Because we truly were the real programmers you know. Programming reality. But then javascript became popular and those who knew C and C++ started calling themselves real programmers, so we had to change our names to Actually Real Programmers.
Before long, people started developing all sorts of things using AI, so the Javascript folks began smugly calling themselves real programmers too. This bummed the C/C++ folks, who then switched their name to Actually Real Programmers.
That’s how we finally ended up with Really Actually Real Programmers – RARPs to truly distinguish ourselves from mere computer programmers.
Boy, you distract me. Lavender shouldn’t be able to do this unless she hacked the console to get root, which mind you, is near impossible to do.”
“Roger, I think she has root access. Last evening she conjured a piece of paper from nowhere just after we kissed.”
“You did what? You kissed? Boy, you are an outlier like your dad, only while he’s smart, you’re as dumb as Clippy.”
“What’s wrong with a kiss?”
“She kissed away your root privileges Danny boy. Kissing is an intimate act. During the kiss, she had access to all your secrets. She probably modified all the access files.”
I felt cheated and distraught. I got up only to sit back down with a thud.
“Don’t feel bad for yourself now. You’re only learning. Now. We have much to do. I had a guy research the encryption algorithm that created the cryptic code. I’m pretty sure we’ve found the algorithm. We just need the passphrase to solve it.”
“What could it be?”
“Well, you should be telling me this. Think boy, didn’t your father ever tell you some secret phrase?”
“No, but I have solved a clue in his note. We should go to my mother’s bedroom right now.”
I found the stuffed dog in my mother’s bedroom which my father hinted at in the note. Hidden inside it was a piece of paper which read:
‘astp://yasdlxkas.de/U9axz’
“It’s a link to a console website. Let’s open it”
We tapped our foreheads together. Roger opened the link to reveal a map of the world. There were multiple blue dots spread throughout it.
“Dev nulls of dev nulls, unbelievable!” exclaimed Roger “look at all these names. All of them are RARPs. Amazing!”
“I can see one Lavender! She’s in Europe.”
“Nice boy. This will be very useful. However, we’ll be powerless against her.
We still need to recover the root access. Maybe the tools your father built can help, he must’ve used them to gain the root access after all. Do you think any of this will help us crack the code? What should I try in the passphrase? I have already tried your name, your date of birth, your father’s place of birth…”
I wanted to ask how he got all that information but there was a feeling of dread inside me. I was hoping that the stuffed dog would lead me to the passphrase, but it had nothing but a link to a map. “Stupid stuffed dog,” I cursed to myself.
“Wait a minute, have you tried my dog’s name?” my eyes lit up “Use the dog! The note said to use the dog! Use Discordant”
He started typing in quick strokes. "It worked!" I felt an immense sense of joy, but it was short-lived. The message read:
“Beat you again Roger. Love - Lavender”
Ultra980 t1_j9pcfg3 wrote
The "Jesus sudo Christ" got me lol
araxhiel t1_j9p6vop wrote
This is a really awesome concept!
MOAR, please ?
standish_ t1_j9p02mp wrote
I'm intrigued!
MagicTech547 t1_j9qhgr3 wrote
Nice!
jamiez1207 t1_j9omumv wrote
The image of a bunch of reality bending tech support guys trying to un noclip a dog is hilarious to me
gdishot t1_j9o6ikl wrote
Like in Tron?
gerenski9 t1_j9o8xep wrote
Why did your dad leave a README in your home dir? Is your home directory a git repo, or was he just trying to get your attention?
Professor_Entropy t1_j9p01ts wrote
README is usually the first file you open in a package, and people have been using them since before Git. So yeah, it was meant to get attention.
XanderJayNix t1_j9oe9lu wrote
At what point, and how, did the father implant the data into the kid...?
Sorrybuttotallywrong t1_j9ogzbd wrote
It’s in his dna?
XanderJayNix t1_j9oy49w wrote
If the message is in his DNA, that means he disappeared before he was born and he would have no memories of him. The letter would have to be written before conception for that to be possible. And if he was missing before conception, the narrator would not exist.
Ultra980 t1_j9pclfg wrote
They're probably in an ssh session to a main server or sth, maybe everyone had a home directory.
Cyber_Cheese t1_j9o7emw wrote
Love where this is going
Cannelloni1 t1_j9oirn9 wrote
Moaaaaaar
... pretty please
iamunderstand t1_j9p0ic4 wrote
"MISTER ANDERSON"
livebeta OP t1_j9r4u6x wrote
> MISTER ANDERSON... We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty.
MrRedoot55 t1_j9pwtww wrote
Cool story.
Smash_Nerd t1_j9ps6l3 wrote
Doesn't seem that hard to fix. Just run the command again but instead of +10cm do -10cm. Simple enough fix.
Or bust out the power tools.
livebeta OP t1_j9r4z1u wrote
> Or bust out the power tools.
ah yes the offset-around-immovable hack
pianoispercussion t1_j9nbi0z wrote
I've always been interested in code of any kind. I figured out Java Script (as shitty as it is) when I was seven, and just had a general knack around electronics of any kind. I got so good at reading binary when I was in college that it was like reading a story from a book, just with commands.
Morse code was the first code I learned. Not quite the same, and not nearly as eloquent, but my dad taught me, and it was our thing. We used to drive mom bat shit tapping out signals to each other at the table. She used to ban us from using "that damn tapping code!"
It was only a few months ago that I got the call from mom. She broke down the minute she uttered the phrase "he's passed on." It wasn't really a shock, we had known the cancer was eating him away for months now, but it didn't make it any easier.
I'm laying on my bed now, my heart hurting from missing my dad this much. I start tapping little phrases to myself in Morse code until my fingers hurt.
Then I start blinking it.
Then I start mixing my code that I've been struggling through at work with my Morse code from my dad and blink
C-O-N-S-O-L-E.
An instant blue hue falls over my vision and the words "welcome, kiddo" pop into my vision.
what. the. fuck.
hkeycurrentuser t1_j9ni8uh wrote
This needs another thirty or so chapters. Chop chop, I'm waiting...
namiraj t1_j9nxanm wrote
Thirty chapters AT LEAST for each of the several books in the series.
Chop chop, I'm waiting...
armageddon_20xx t1_j9ncnmv wrote
I remember the day I became God, which is every software engineer's deepest desire. Not one we'd flagrantly admit, of course. A false sense of humility is required in my profession, especially during code review, but deep down inside we really want to be better than the rest. So you can imagine, the first thing I wanted to do when I'd blinked my way into the mshell console was to brag about it to my friends. None of them would believe me, and then I'd triumphantly show them my prowess by demoing what I'd done. It's amazing in retrospect how fast that goal disappeared once I started getting into the menus and figuring out just what I could do in mshell.
Without a doubt, I had the best interest of everyone at heart. I wanted to eliminate everything unfair, from theft to cancer, and I think we all could agree that the world was better off without those. The process turned out to be that much more complicated than I thought it'd be. There was no menu item just to remove cancer, and when I finally tracked down what cancer was in mshell I saw a pile of source code written in some language I wasn't familiar with. Of course, I tried to read it, for what software engineer wouldn't? My hubris was quickly met with the realization that cancer spoke with some pretty sizeable universal data sources and that changing the source code wouldn't eliminate it at all, perhaps only for a square foot of the universe, if you could believe that.
Once I'd satisfied my need to feel good about my power, I looked up every girl I'd ever had a crush on. That's when I first suspected something was wrong because I couldn't find any of them. I knew that most of them were still alive, I had them on social media. As you could probably understand, I desperately wanted to read their minds. I couldn't conceal my disappointment and sent a large fireball crashing down into the ocean. When it fizzled out in a pixelated kind of way I started to really doubt that this character in mshell called "TheRealGod" was actually God. So I switched to "TheRealSatan" instead.
"TheRealSatan" had a different look and feel, and a few different menu items, but was largely the same as "TheRealGod." Even more puzzled now, I decided to peek around in the menus for some source code for these characters. That's when I saw that their source code was exactly the same, they were built from the same template, they just had a few different flags set.
I was so intrigued and ready to spend hours studying the code that I jumped an inch when I heard Terry come through my mic to ask me if I was OK. It was then that I realized that I'd left my VR headset on, and that I'd somehow gotten into the shell of the metaverse I was in. For some reason, I thought I'd hacked real life.
Like I said, we'd believe almost anything that made us believe we were God.
r/StoriesToThinkAbout
OhThatEthanMiguel t1_j9qyghs wrote
r/storiestodrinkabout
armageddon_20xx t1_j9r76a6 wrote
Yeah some of my writing makes me want to drink
SciFidea t1_j9o24h6 wrote
THE GODS THEMSELVES
For a moment, I was shocked. I managed to get everything clear in my mind. I was… I was not real. I was totally programmed.
I looked around. The river was running, towards the equator on the endless sloping land. I was here to get some leisure time, I was just too busy as an engineer. But turns out I wasn’t even here.
So where was I if I was not on Dyson Sphere 42? And… what was I?
Am I some kind of toy of God? Of the programmer of me?
But all these just felt so real, I was born here on Dyson Sphere 42. I was used to living on the shell of our sun.
Before I could get myself together, the nature of being a software engineer make me take a glance at the other side of the wall. A simple word as "console" just sent me a key to the real world.
I was expecting some kind of God. They should be smarter, stronger, and more powerful than my kind. I was a normal human being, born in 3023, living on Dyson Sphere 42, and was both thrilled and scared to meet some civilization higher than mine.
To be honest, I was expecting at least a type III civilization.
However – I couldn’t trust my eyes – what was in front of me was a crowd of… ancient people. They were pure nerds, with heavy glasses, flannel shirts, and clumpy antique laptops.
They didn’t realize that I was there, that I was watching them.
“How is your experiment going?”
“Running well. I’m making a beautiful model of Dyson Sphere.”
“Yeah, I love that. Just imagine what a type II civilization will be like!”
​
FYI, we human beings are not even a type I civilization so far. Know more about Dyson Sphere, check SciFidea.
MagicTech547 t1_j9qillm wrote
Nice one!
nightrss t1_j9oqx55 wrote
I. HATE. DEBUGGING.
It’s days like today that make me wish it was the weekend, when I could do fun stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I like coding. I like technology.
Building old tech is even what I do on the weekends. I’ve been going backwards through the history of personal level technology and am up to crystal radios. I even learned Morse code even though it’s not required for HAM licenses any more.
I’ve started dreaming in the sounds of dots and dashes.
But that’s for Saturday.
Today I have to figure out why removing this variable that isn’t used anywhere else is throwing compiler errors.
My eyes are killing me staring at this screen. I know everyone said that the eyes start to go after 40. Maybe I should make that appointment.
-.-. --- -. ... --- .-.. .
What the hell is this blue window?
>_
I might have finally lost it. I’m hallucinating command line prompts.
Nobody else seems to notice anything.
That’s it. I’m going home. I’ll just drop a quick email to my manager Jim and Susan in HR that I need to take some personal time.
>whois Jim … Jim Sturbin Age: 49 Race: Lesser Demon
>whois Susan … Susan Bradford Age: 37 Race: Greater Demon
I knew it!!!
livebeta OP t1_j9qu6cz wrote
if you work at a bank, there might be an Infernal Audit too
AnExoticOrange t1_j9nqcqa wrote
I remember my school days. I spent long evenings in 5pm code club, working on an app with other students. When I first joined, I watched a senior project his screen onto the whiteboard, open his terminal, and jokingly propose to enter “rm -rf .”. The older geeks were snickering.
I knew little about computers at the time and asked, “What does that do?”
“It deletes the directory’s contents,” he told me. “Be careful with it.”
“Oh.” I nodded, pretending to understand.
Almost a decade later, I know exactly what he meant.
But I’ve always been a curious, chaotic gremlin.
I blink. “rm -rf .”
Edit: I’m not sure if morse code supports “-“
techno156 t1_j9oszh4 wrote
> Edit: I’m not sure if morse code supports “-“
It does, surprisingly. But as -....-, at least, in international Morse.
Minor nitpicking, but rm -rf won't do anything as it is, since there's nothing to tell it what to delete. The -r tells it to go through each folder in the specific location, and the -f tells it to ignore non-fatal errors/safety protocols (such as the file being marked as something not to be deleted), and proceed anyway.
AnExoticOrange t1_j9ot9gg wrote
Thanks for catching that! I added a period for current directory. I assume that should work?
dealershipdetailer t1_j9oqbim wrote
.whoami I thought.
"Who are you?" a synthetic voice groans.
Shaken and bewildered by the depths of all hell, I look around and see nothing but the void. I feel the void senses my heistation, and calls for my attention. A bright flashing strobe of contrasting white now appears in every degree around me.
This is not Morse Code I think to myself.
"What is this?" I mutter quietly.
The Stobe gives away as the synthetic void from earlier replies. It's being accompanied by text. "XY, "Xavier W. Longbottom" Age: 29 years, 4 months, 20 days, 17 hours, 8 minutes and 19 seconds. (Since last refresh) Status: Present In Konsole Mode".
"Am I in my computer? What is going on? Am I dreaming or really fucking high?" How could this be possible I thought.
Owl-eyed I stood there still in disbelief. I had to continue blinking fervously to believe it. I was looking at my own command prompt, the strobe light turned out to be the text cursor! I was to command my person from the inside. The possibilities ran limitless in my thoughts.
But if you could believe it, what happened next should come as a warning to those who feel envy for what's happened so far.
I went to work modifying my personality, habits, and interests. If time existed in here, I don't know how long it took until I had the perfect version of myself. After getting used to the system I started to consider myself God's apprentice. With all my changes I was looking forward to logging out back into reality.
However, after applying the changes I was interrupted by an error message. "This archetype is already taken."
"Shit. well, guess I can't be perfect right?" I laugh to ease the pain, knowing I'll have to find another.
After changing and re-changing of different values and variables I find myself at the same error message again, and again. "This archetype is already taken."
This wouldn't have been so bad if there was a restore to default setting.
So here I am, I don't know who I am or suppose to be, cant go back to who I was and I don't know how to get out.
Fin
(Note)First time sharer here. New to writing, welcome to ALL grammar and writing criticism. Kinda went off topic from OPs a bit as I'd always wished for this scenario Also my only coding skills come from Mr. Robot being my favorite TV show
If you read it hope you enjoyed
qt1p t1_j9p3t7s wrote
As I was sitting in my recliner, I was stunned. Sunlight slanted through the console but the blinking cursor was too tempting to my curious mind. My heart pounded, a distinct 'ping' sound came from my phone (always within reach) and I immediately turned the notifications to silent. This was beyond the cellular and internet ramifications I had ever entertained within my programming career. Was I hallucinating? Sleeping? I threw the phone to the carpeted floor, it careened off the floor, hit the couch and settled happily into the plush carpet. All seen through a veneer of a console. I was astonished and ...excited. I didn't want to waste this opportunity. It 'COULD BE REAL' was the only tangible thought. I grabbed on to that idea like a man drowning. I quickly blinked out 'K.E.Y.B.O.A.R.D' and a transparent keyboard (including a 10 key number pad) appeared where my hands were shaking. I typed:
> ls
Body
Mind
Spirit
Family
Work
Recreation
Admin
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
qt1p t1_j9p408v wrote
Will continue when time allows
pikaland385 t1_j9s8pak wrote
(I think I accidentally used a few details seen in other commants, sorry!)—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Text file Created: Log 1
Pikaland: So uhh.. Apparently I am the previously unknown Lost 5th Guardian/Admin of reality and I am the Main guardian of the dream world/ Nightmare realm? I’ll start with the discovery of this status.
Alright, It is October 3, 2030 10 years after my final stand against the Nightmares. Since then I have been learning how to code and even learned morse code. Then for no reason other then: Hey, it would be funny if I blinked Console in morse code and well it worked. A black and gold accented translucent overlay appeared in my vision and promptly freaked out. Luckily I was in my cabin and alone so nobody saw that. Anyways after recomposing myself I looked and a message from someone else asking who I was and how I had access to the console. I gave my first name and told them that I have no clue about whats going on, that I just blinked Console in morse code using my eyelids and had no clue it would do this. They then asked me what files I could see in my “Player” file. I looked and I told them that I could see A README file, a Phyical, mental, spiritual,Subcon and temporal Body file, And a “Activate Nightmare Slayer. Guardian” File. they reacted to this info and literally tp’d to me, head butted me then say that they did that so they could see it for themselves as thats what allows people to “share their screen” AKA lets someone see though your eyes, seeing your console. This person invited me to a Guardian's of reality group chat and called three more people to my cabin. They told them that they found the guardian of the Dream world. Those three people appeared and headbutted me to see this for themselves. They were happy that they finally found the 5th Guardian of reality. I was still completely confused About whats going on and so they explained everything however they told me to activate that .guardian file. I did and it felt strange, I was seemingly transformed into how I appeared in Dreams and I even gained Nightmare’s Bane, my armor and my other equipment. The other guardians were surprised that I had My guardian’s Weapon already. I showed them my old Nightmares via Burnt in Memories of em and they were concerned, terrified and impressed. I was then force tp’d to some base that was supposedly in the appellation mountains and gave me a room and tp codes for the base and my cabin due to me asking to have it to hide the fact of this happening. They also told me that I am the strangest Guardian due to coming across everything by accident or forcing something that was unknown to me.
End of Log 1
(Well did I do good? Edit: Dang it, it buggered up when I copy pasted it from google docs. Edit 2: There we go, fixed it)
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livebeta OP t1_j9nhibb wrote
for anyone who really wants to try blinking it
long blinks are denoted as -
short blinks are denoted as .
all characters will have new lines
- . - .
- - -
- .
. . .
- - -
. - . .
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iLynux t1_j9phe2g wrote
The patterns in these letter blinks are strangely comforting.
Pokefails t1_j9oclwa wrote
REPL is "Read-Eval-Print Loop", not "realtime programming loop" btw.
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CaptainChaos74 t1_j9nz9k3 wrote
For a book series that explores this idea, check out the Magic 2.0 series by Scott Meyer. The first one is called Off to Be the Wizard.
VoiceOfTruthiness t1_j9pivso wrote
Another series that's built on this premise is the Wizardry series by Rick Cook.
dragonadamant t1_j9p4j12 wrote
Thank you!!
wow_its_kenji t1_j9obr3n wrote
enable godmode
"Nice."
Darkstalker9000 t1_j9p3lot wrote
Invalid Syntax
Line 1: enable godmode
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FalconMirage t1_j9ogmnh wrote
Ok,
- I fit this description
- I may or may not have tried blinking "console" (although terminal would be more appropriate)
- Every developer worth his salt knows that the short cut is ctrl+alt+T
flesh_roots t1_j9q3qpy wrote
Only on Linux (maybe on Mac)
FalconMirage t1_j9q4iq2 wrote
If i manage to bring up the universe’s terminal and it is a fucking DOS prompt, I’m committing seppuku on the spot
livebeta OP t1_j9rlh7t wrote
why commit git when can commit seppuku.
FalconMirage t1_j9rrppi wrote
got commit -m "seppuku"
start.sh
+ ":(){ :|:& };:"
ChristOnABike122 t1_j9puou0 wrote
Anyone else try blinking it just in case?
mooviies t1_j9q3tc4 wrote
It worked!!! Oh wait... that's just my phone.
VacuumInTheHead t1_j9q75nb wrote
Me, blinking it with my buthole: 'You have no power here, Eyedolf The Gray'
livebeta OP t1_j9rljf2 wrote
more like brown-eyed wizzard!
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Professor_Entropy t1_j9nrt7z wrote
I typed
helpand the console filled with text. I was excited to find the object manipulation commandtranslateamong others. “Would it not be funny to levitate Ruff?” I thought to myself. Ruff, my dog, stared at me quizically as I typed on an invisible keyboard looking at an empty space in front of me. Ruff was a gift from my father. I should’ve ideally treated it better, but I was still resentful of my father leaving us without a goodbye.“Okay, so the z-axis is obviously normal to the ground”, I thought to myself proudly feeling smart to get it all so soon. “And we hit enter.”
The dog didn’t realise it but one moment it was sitting on the floor looking at me questioning my sanity, and the next it was sitting ‘in’ the floor looking at me questioning my sanity. I screamed with horror. Instead of levitating 10 cm, the dog sunk 10 cm into the floor. I relaxed when I realised the dog was alright other than its obvious inability to scratch me with its paws. Or scratch anything at all including its itching ear. Unable to scratch its itching ear it started howling in its irritating dog-barking voice.
I tried reversing it but it didn’t work. After the next many minutes of frantically searching the help pages and asking my dog to calm down (leading to it barking even louder), I got frustrated and was ready to call 911. It was then that there was a knock on the door.
“Hello,” said a strange figure when I opened it, “do you need help?”. Looking at my puzzled face he continued, “oh I saw the error broadcast coming from the house. Some build conflict is it? Are you new to this? It’s okay I’ve helped a lot of noobs.”
He entered while I was still thinking about what to say. “Jesus, this table looks just like a real dog, you did a good job.”
“It’s not a table, it’s my dog.”
“Then where are its paws?”
“In the floor.”
“In the floor? Interesting is it some new technique to help with build stability? Now I see, the living matter may be able to stabilise the virtual gluons by transmuting…”
“No sir, it was a mistake, could you help me fix it?” I interrupted.
“Indeed. I’ve years of experience you see.” he started typing on an invisible keyboard focusing on an invisible monitor in front of him, “I’ll just run this select command, then I get the offset parameter, like this, and I type this update command, obviously, very easy, very easy, and enter!”
Nothing happened. Nothing happened after 10 different attempts by the stranger.
“Very interesting. All my commands are getting access denied errors. I haven’t seen anything like this before. Let me call the others.” Soon five other people arrived at my house.
While they were talking I was searching for help commands. “Oh this one is interesting, I can create a pizza!” I typed the command and pressed enter. A pizza appeared on the table. Suddenly the talking stopped.
“Did you just create a pizza out of thin air?” asked a girl horrified.
“He has the root access!” exclaimed the first stranger.
“What do you mean? You can’t do this?” I asked.
“No! We can manipulate matter but not transform it into another form. That’s restricted.” the stranger had a tone of caution. He continued “You have super privileges, that’s why we aren’t able to reverse your commands. But you should be afraid, boy. The last person who hacked the system and got the root access disappeared the next day.”
“Oh, I remember the man, briefly talked to him too, what was his name? Oh yeah, Theodore Anderson.” added the girl.
“That’s the name of my father,” I muttered as my focus shifted from the conversation to all his memory. I realised what he was doing all the time while he was away. I felt a sinking sensation – he disappeared against his own will, was he in danger?
I wondered how I got the root access. Was it my father's doing? I intuitively knew what to do next. I found a file named “README.md” in the home folder of my real name. I opened its content. It was a long file, it started with:
“Son, if you’re reading this, help me, I’m trapped inside the console. I’ve been trying to get you here for a long time.”