Yes they have a cinematic quality to them. But at some point you need to actually play the game…

You say that but the only game that i run on that computer is nestopia (emulator) and super tux…

I think it’s brazilian portuguese, that is commonly thought on many platforms. After seeing it on my computer you’re probaby right, it’s probably a metal sheet. I was thinking of these pieces of shit that i know all too dearly:

It knows who you are

The photo is burry but it has the deathly grey patina of asbestos fiber sheets

I can smell this picture. Also the asbestos roof.

must configure something you never wanted to know anything about, but I guess today is a learning day…again…

surprisingly, it’s not all that bothersome, We used to do it all the time on the glorious windows xp when the computer inevitably stopped running properly.

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That’s an analog horror face without the filter

Understandable, since my main computer needs some fixing, i adapted a small laptop to a dual booth solution, mainly bacause i sort of want this to be a usable solution and because it’s a small laptop.

I am readying the tuxinator, just you wait.

At this point we’re babysittin machines. Machines that need constant reassurance and monitoring otherwise they go crazy. That’s what ai feels like, leaving a computer alone with the ai program interfaces is like that. And they can go haywire even with full human control. Some days they just make stuff up.

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee Number 427’s job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month and every year, and although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No-one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say Hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened - this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office."

One likes to command his consoles to his wishes. The other just plays with them respectfully. Not the same thing.