Similar things may have happened in other times, when the primitive industry was built, and the colleagues had to go through the new psychoses induced by technology. This is far worse.
According to the black box of our colleague Sarah Menraabe (Sarrakh Manraabhe), a patient came, having one of electromanias; nothing new, nothing to get alarmed at. Diagnose, as the fashion has it, "virtual space syndrome", or, in layman's terms, he was crazed with computer games to the extend when he often didn't know whether he's in a game or not. Session after session, everything went typical and normal, as far as a case in our branch can be normal. The key moment comes when the patient says that he has no intention of paying a yellow dime to the analyst as long as he refuses to share his experience ("how can you have any idea what am I talking about"). Poor Sarah agrees, gets hooked to the patient's pocket terminal, flies right into the game... and he's still there. We suppose that, if he ever comes back, he will be unrecoverably lost, or, even worse, unrecoverably precious for the profession.
The patient tries to justify himself saying he couldn't have the slightest idea of "doc being so lowly calibrated", because he has already played on "far higher reality levels" without adverse effects, that he has won a gravity emulator in just two months while regularly passing exams.
The new wave of psychotechnology brings us new mental aberration; considering it all we will have to solve the few following problems:
Respected colleague Sowl,
The resistance you mention exists among younger colleagues - they have all been through it during their studies. Colleague Sarah has, kind of, tried to run faster than his years permit. Some things must, by their nature, be left to the young. True, we do have many real-time sense emulators, but I remember virtual space myself (wouldn't mention my age, though...). It wasn't as real as today's one is, but it had its ways of pulling you into its topology. Gambling, that you mention, is a tradition in our profession - let's not dispose of things our patients expect us to have. Fashionable diseases don't exist without a corresponding obsolete set.
The dilemma of what are we dealing with - hardware or software - is serious. Allow me to express myself in classic hackers' (anyone remember the meaning of the word?) jargon: public or net software impacts all of our patient's systems THROUGH his software, hitting indirectly his hardware. Which one do we cure? I'll toss a coin.
Along with your P.S. - I had seen more stupid titles. What would you think of an association for veneric diseases of France?
We're transferring everything to the new AlfaStar 4.21. We'll have to manage another optical disk from somewhere, because we'll simply run out of space again real soon, and we still don't know what to delete and what not. We have plenty of those inerasable ones, but simply have no time to transfer the archives to them. AlfaStar as such is much faster and has better hardware data compression - it does something with global tables and heuristics; the old data will shrink to a quarter of the previous space, at least that's what they said in the shop. How did we get the AlfaStar? I wouldn't leave that in writing.
well, dreams exist to come true
Today's adventures are really bigger than life: it's a life you've dreamed of. You don't have the feeling that the computer is between you and the magic world of the Game - you're there.
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The idea is banally simple. This is kinda some kind of pleonasm? Oh well. The idea is that we're killing ourselves for months, trying to think up any software or hardware or anything that would be capable of getting some sense from the forest of bytes that make a digital EEG. We've overstuffed all of our optical and other disks, tapes, threads and other media with loads of recordings and still - nothing. We got just few general outlines, but never came up with anything specific. The "Fourier-Shumenkov order inverting" was a total failure - nobody nowhere tried that track, so we're alone again. At least, we were fair as much to report to Jedda this is a dead end.
Then one night it crossed my mind that we're born with an organ capable of understanding these signals. The same one who got it all tangled and bangled, our dear big brain (when the little one wasn't at home). If we could get it to understand at least one recording without a computer... there would be hope. As is, we are only left with a hope that AlfaStar's speed will bring some advantage. We also rely on its compression tables - I wouldn't be surprised if we found some change in them every day. In the end, the whole thing may rather be analyzable as a long file to compress, than as a fearfully respectable EEDG.
We're getting along well with production of an internal EEDG dictionary. "Dictionary" should be taken very conditionally - it's more of an internal interbrain (!) convention on general methods of common (communal?) thinking methods. Maybe we're losing some variety here, but gain far more on the speed of mutual tracking. It seems it used to take centuries before, until we understood each other. The variety is unavoidable, anyway. By analogy with standard speech - we speak standard languages, but have our own voice color, accent, and probably, we ourselves think up what to say.
By the way: Looysek drops in sometimes, but it seems to me/us he's sold his back to someone. He doesn't look like someone who'd drop in often just to check if he's got it all wired properly - those guys usually wire it roughly and disappear, and if they receive no panic phone calls next day, it was probably good. We've found a couple of beetles he inserted; we have found a way to fool them. We mostly play the recordings of old Guinevere (buried two months ago on the university cemetery for experimental monkeys).
Sometimes we insert some excerpt of our communication, the parts we first laboriously re-read/re-think. Mostly telling jokes on these recordings - he'll probably manage to understand that much, though I don't believe he succeeded in simulating our conversation programs. It's not much of a program, but at least we got rid of the heartbeat, blood pressure and breathing generators, which we actually had to do - Mush once fell into a heavy counterrhythmia (and so did I, but I took control over myself somehow, which immediately helped her, too).
Waiting for an answer.
We have just been elaborating possible implications on espionage. The scheme is roughly like this: they catch a spy, put a sensor on him, another one on the inquirer. If he's not a spy, they have to shoot him anyway, because they don't know if he overheard what he shouldn't have from the inquirer's head. If he is, then the inquirer becomes a suspect, because the guy may have had a stronger idea on his side, or he's just a trained fanatic and/or brain washer, which ultimately leads to the old questionnaire "who will guard the guardians?". This time, it's not only that the guardians should be guarded from taking too much pleasure from their power, but also from swapping a mindset and changing sides during regular working hours.
Second variant: the inquirer questions him like on a lie detector, and re-reads the recording later. The inquiree is safe from overhearing something from the inquirer, but the inquirer can still be infected with ideas (to some extent, if the guy is convincing enough). All in all, the inquirer is a suspect. It could be handed to three inquirers to re-read independently, which is still not safe, because a good spy could hand them instructions over the tape on how to lie and what to do when they give their statements. This makes them subject to such an inquiry, which leads us to an insane number of twelve detectives just to minimize the risk of indoctrination and/or brainwashing by means of an EEDG replay. If we could do the thinking in words and coded images only, it could be cast onto the screen in some seventh version of our gadget (iv we make it), but the reality is for just one shade more complicated: there's no chance for a computer reading of it. Thing works only from head to head, no matter what hardware is wired in between.
Second and a half variant: this one takes hard guys, just like when the shits were off to chop wood, /does the instinct for associating to old jokes have anything to do with oiling all the gears in the head? /, er, really convincing chums could be found, whose recordings could serve the job of giving the just convincing chums a little wash (with and/or without boiling) of whatever bits of brain they have. Those would be played to police academy kids, and who ever becomes a people's enemy, may be arrested and questioned right on, and shot as needed. It's an enemy on the level of the noble savage - he's only got the idea, and never had time to do anything... and those who pass can practice inquisition right on them, spotlight in the face and bullet in the back of the neck included.
Who knows what's it good for that we haven't decrypted the EEDG. Until now we should have convinced the AlfaStar that voice addressing is neither necessary, and have written it all right out from our minds. I'm holding my pencil just like a low-grade kid; neglected it completely. If we stumble across another handy technology, who knows what skills would we develop, and what would go into oblivion. I probably wouldn't be able to write my name without five megs of utility software.
//he performed a dramatic pause very bad - we could nicely see, behind his eyelids, the intermittent totals, percentages and the grande totalmente sigma of everything. He calculated up and/
- Oh, well, if it's only that... Would you sell it?
//no hurting facts can stop a real, genuine and sincere love towards multidigit amounts/
- Under certain conditions, with a limited warranty...
- I can't offer much but
- We'll find someone who can
- Alright, I admit you got an ace up your sleeve... though there's
some merit of mine, too... how much do you require?
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checking setup... parameter changes... opening lumpus door... checking
rights... found a 427 point bonus, working age 16452 hours of virtual time,
74 hours of real time... access approved, if you knew what you are doing
so far.
welcome to lumpus. searching local messages... no new local messages;
answer from sysop packed into anw24884234a.message, down immed? y
down anw24884234a.message, 1:05 errors 4 corrected 4 retries
6; you are left 28:55 for today
command: JG35; L "mandreo.lif" DSC
joining room G35 "Syberian roulette"... loading mandreo.lif... message
to all players: we have introduced a time limit in some games to release
lines for other things; rumors on some state control are unbased; moreover,
we prepare a surprise with a capital "W". /sysop
situation view: you survived 425 days in Syberia; year 1951, 124 days
left to exile to Irkutsk, unless you blow it somehow; you killed 5 guards,
3 traitors and 1 lover of yours; evaded 35 attempts to get killed, you
own 35 cigarettes, 124 grams of bread, sapogs 35% damaged (will hold for
another 64.7 days), eared cap size 52 (your size 56), tin pot, wooden spoon,
fur coat and 45 rub. 27k.; you are at level #35 of the game, reward for
a good plot around the camp chief's sister is another 12 cigarettes (it's
mahorka! - exchange for 3 real ones). to get to the next level you should
be out for one day, new gloves expecting you in town. chances to survive
that 11%. You are threatened by Fosgenj, who resorts to some good tricks
lately, and REUTL_3 is gaining hight rapidly since two days ago. Sysop
suspects he's allied with MET3_OK and they may be using an eegycom while
playing; if that's confirmed, they will be dispatched to Norilsk.
day 426, 02:30. You are in the inspector's office. He questions: "Where
did you hide when you escaped Auschwitz?"
_g
Sorry to see you leave the game so early. You will miss a chance to
self-criticize today in the barracks, which will cost you two overtimes
in the north brigade. Goodbye
end - disconnected
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message anw24884234a.message
if you care of progress in the game, you should know what's going on.
five of you who are in an eegynet are in quite a danger - the thing seems
to be heard of around, or another competing group uses the same trick i
probably won't be able to play double for long, still a sysop needs to
be neutral, but until the thing is solved, decrease your levels somewhat.
this time limit thing is a little bluff - as long as i can hide real connection
times. some players pull various data out of connection logs, hoping to
get from the postprocessing whatever they failed to notice online; they
pull all sorts of things from the stats, and it could be someone may compare
his own online times with the others'... to add, it all seems they'll have
some state guy hooked over me to control me, then it's goodbye game. by
the way, sell your ear cap for bread and get fed well, because you have
to beat uglakhov (that's fosgenj) in tow days due, before he organizes
a plot against you. he'll go plotting anyway, but don't allow him get a
good position for that. also eat well realtime, because if the trick i'm
preparing works, you'll be able to play over the testing channel which
counts nowhere, and that means 25 hours a day (prepare a good package aforehand
to have the speed make up for the 24 hour limitation of the outer day).
beware of murphy
We managed to introduce the eegycom to our college colleagues just two days before the circular. It's a state college, of course, or the whole matter wouldn't touch them. I can hardly imagine what public confusion has that archiliar and cashsucker Thurvie has caused in public by hazing out the substance of the "side effects" of the eegycom. Though, it doesn't lack a warning, but they look like "we warn you that everything is heard" - people buy it, and then realize that the things they hear hurt more than deep tilling their subconscience. Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto...who found any joy in that.
I'm mentioning this, because it has lot to do with the invention of the year - ferrite magnetic kernel. A ferrite kernel are used in aerials for ages, and ferrite rings are among the oldest magnetic media for computers. The idea is quite similar; the difference is in achieving the same without cutting the ferrite bar into rings, but using the whole bar as an in-depth magnetized array of fields... the rest is known to anyone who wanted to know.
What is not known, is that this is the only known case when the invention was made using real teamwork. No matter that the original meaning of "team" included oxen, or maybe just because of that, this is the case where all teamed up their mental abilities to pull new possibilities out of an old substance. The invention which made this invention possible is, of course, eegycom.
As the legend has it, the eegycom was first intended just for this kind of inter-scientist communication - between people who think faster than they can speak. Noisily announced as "the best telepathy emulator", eegycom flipped with even more noise, due to its known property of complete lack of censorship. It transmits vertigos, formulas, grudges, loves, nauseas, inspirations and calculations equally well and equally mixed up and unorganized as the original is.
The whole project was about to split up five days after introducing the eegycom into it; on day six some wise head (the story says) brought some of lightweight drugs, threw a party with the drug mixed into the cocktail, and in the middle of it turned the eegycom retransmitter. The net result was that the day after they were all a bit more ready to accept each other, and next evening five new ideas crystallized. Two of them failed, three led to another nine... and the ferrite memory was born in incredible six months time, counting from the day of initial idea.
There are rumors circling around, that it was all financed by Thurvie Hyste, the famous magnate (in his desire to become a magnet, too), but he states that "no, I don't, unfortunately, have nothing to do with it, at least not financially. I just wanted to check if the eegycom may really be the right thing if it got into the right hands. The scientists seemed to be a good choice, so I gave them a house set as a present."
If he didn't fund the research, he'll fund the production - this is known already. Thurvie Hyste is a phenomenon of our ages - the last Rockefeller in the time when technology and economy don't support it.
In that technology, it comes down to your home system's value loss of 20%, because it uses outdated and outbalanced memories instead of ferrite block...
It's not all that black - you were lucky there's a teeveephone in the elevator, and that we're tapping it just in case, and we did wire that building extensively, so our in-house hacker managed to take you to a random floor to floor ride, until you ended down in the garage - and you know who was waiting for you there. And watch your mouth: at that moment, I was already out of bathroom, wouldn't mention in whose company. When you recover, come and let's see what's next to do.
don't be mad - for your imperial percentage you only risk getting occasionally beaten at times. Besides, it didn't cost you much this time.
Addition to what occupies my mind for some while: what a... rubbish, frame, trick, panic (unnecessary to be ruled out) could make one of those liars who sincerely believe what they lie, while they are at it?
We'll build some gadgets into the AlfaStar and move it into some mountain cottage. We decided to disappear for some time. Not that we're afraid to come out in public, on the contrary: maybe it's time we should publish something - our colleagues already give us strange looks when we call.
It became possible to cut these troubles shorter with "Brainexpand"'s EGCom. The thing really is "the most direct and most complete means of communication of all times", the advertising doesn't lie about that. It's even substantially true, they're right even when they state that "communication between people is broadened beyond the limits of anything imaginable", they are so right, they have no idea. Where is the cheat you started expecting as soon as you saw so much advertising quoted in this article?
There's none. The supposed cheater didn't know himself what will it
be like, because:
- A communication where there are no privacy barriers was unimaginable.
Your co-speaker (if the word still makes sense, though "co-comunicator"
or "co-thinker" make even less) learns from you whatever you want, and
ten times more of what you don't. You learn from him, but it doesn't make
you feel any better: he doesn't find you the one you thought he will. He's
cheated on you many times, and worse than that - now he knows you cheated
him.
They say the only eegycom's problem is this lack of selectivity - there's no bluffing, no aces up your sleeve, no false witnessing, even no comfort of a merciful lie - this could crash the civilization, or the manufacturer, at least.
The eegycom is in efficient use inside Yakuza only: the loyalty to the boss is literally for lifetime. Who doesn't pass the talk with the master, "sees the rest of his life in a day".
Along with the immediate advantage it will bring (finally an effective replacement for Braille code), new medium has all the chances to turn the world upside down from its basements, at least as much as had been done by telephone, teevee, rock, car and teeveephone taken together. I've forgotten the computers - see how we get used to everything with time. Maybe this will fill Hyste's pockets, and maybe it will be a failure - does anyone remember eegycom?
"Dr" Yol Odderd (Ioll Au D'erdh) has used a public library of EEDG recordings in his work, where he took about ten samples for his research, but also some twenty works of his colleagues;
failed to mention this in bibliography, and failed to invent eegygraphy;
the committee listened to the same recordings, and concluded that his scientific achievement is not enough to deserve a title of doctor of sciences, and since he received it already by withholding all this when he needed it, we suggest the title to be taken away and the act be published in media.
Further on, we suggest the whole matter should be reconsidered, for the following aspects:
- to establish the rules, proportions and limitations to the use of
eegytheque in research
- to value the original achievement even more than until now
- to establish a duty of reporting of recordings used in form of an
extensive eegygraphy;
- to bring up these subjects before other university and science institutions,
including and copyright and patent rights institutes
- to have scientific works and other original works in eegytheques
bear a visible warning on all these matters, specially if the copyright
laws get extended
for the committee, Bilhelm Bilyemson (Bilkhelm Bigliamsson), dr. sci. omn.
Votvm separatvm: My opinion is that use of eegytheque should be encouraged; after all, as far as we know, it was initially intended to accelerate the communications between scientists. It is just the plagiators which should be discouraged by means of a well performed boycott and permanent expel from the Community.
The room is dug in clay (it's stony outside - is this the laziness of the author? probably copied the ambient from some library, not trying to fill it up too much), dried out and full of tiny holes from ants and roots; in the wall, a hole 30*15cm with somewhat dented archive A4 papers stuffed into it, three or four of them, folded at half along the length. I stash my papers too (it appears from nowhere - it probably says somewhere what I carry along, but I don't feel it) and look for exit. There are two three all at a meter away from me, but the right one is behind my back. I get out and run on. Didn't have any idea what to don next, the opponent wasted time by running out through the wrong hole (how do I know it's wrong) - there I dropped the connection and the game.
I wonder: where did I get so many defaults in my head during the game? How did I know it all in just ten seconds? Does it have anything to do with all the games that ate so many fine hours of our childhood time, or someone managed to deliver a synthetic information through the terminal connection directly into my gray mass?
Gentlemen, colleagues, our dear guests
To prevent wasting your expensive time, I'll get right to the point. Yol Oderd doesn't deserve a doctor of science degree, because he got caught. It reminds me of the old trickster's slogan, that "if you do something wrong, do it right, or else don't". We should comb all our diplomas and titles in last ten years, even before these inventions - it would bring us back into the old puzzling about the students' right to use at the examination things like abacus, book, computer, terminal, or a skilled friend with an eegycom. If I'm not wrong, it is not the problem whether we can be sure if the student had cheated or not, but whether he's capable of cheating real life with those and such methods - will he know how to use such turns when it turns on him.
As for Yol Oderd himself, I deem his title equally worthless as I do with other titles achieved for catching statistical regularities. We know that there are milions of such "laws of nature" and their common purpose is to fill the empty slots in the news during summer. Thank you for your attention.
our recordings are losing intelligibility / did you try to listen to our talk recordings / many times / i mean sound, not ee gee / oh that... no, this literary communication is welcome to keep normal language skills / but it's so / it is, but we need it / yes, we're not apart from the world / how do you like the new notation - space, slash and you go / it's good not to know who said what / yes but are we losing identity and getting an identicality? / how many languages can make this difference / since we speak one of those, we lose, you think, nothing / i'm still me and you're you / and vice versa / or mixed? / anyway you want / soft / i'd scramblegg / scrambled? / scrambled eggs / does word scramblegg exist? / yes, from now on / ah / how much stuff did we read so far? / some two gigs, recalculated as text; in images, about as much as one normal man sees in a lifetime / yes, but this information is far more complete / what you aim at / at classical system message "getting out of memory" / our machine is spacey enough for anything, and even if it isn't, we can always use the / and the head, what's the size of? / 52 to 58, but you don't mean that / how long does a jug carry water? / yes
(break)
does anything ever get forgotten? / did the poor ones who remained stranded in the games forget where they were before they plugged in; if they did, is it permanent? did any biological memory ever get written twice? / how do we forget, at all? close one street and open a new one? / how much we don't really know / but never remembered to ask ourselves / for now, let's share the workload so we don't burden both heads with the same - we'll exchange digests only, ok? / best, for now, so / good night.
I left 3d comics to the end intentionally, but why? Can't know of a better technique. If in music, the rock could rely on arbitrarily chosen tradition, its own or out of itself, and had the liberty and duty to make something different out of it; if the writer of a historical novel had to reconstruct or resurrect the epoch (not to mention the purely reproductive arts), there are only three or four men who remained alone with an empty paper, which was to be populated with a new world. They are: the SF writer, who can be compared to the writer of the history novel only to the disadvantage of the later. Not that I disregard history as a science, it's just that he has to take just the hard facts and other writers on the epoch into account, either to comply or disagree with them. SF writer, on the contrary, must comply with only hardcore science and himself, which is far harder - he has to invent complete worlds, daily.
The cartoon drawer is a martyr of equal rank, facing a white paper. He's got it harder than a painter, because with a, possibly, same initial idea, he has to pay attention at the motion, timing and sound; ordinary painter has the trouble of his painting standing for hours under spectator's eye, and a cartoon lasts as much as it lasts. Everything else is against the cartoon drawer.
The third martyr, of those who came to my mind when I sat at this white screen, is the comic drawer. He's in trouble roughly as much as all of the previous ones taken together, except for not having to think about sound - he draws it only when he needs it. There's only all the rest to do: inventing worlds, complete people, make them last for years, and not get consumed in just two hours, must invent speed and time on an ordinary piece of paper, work without colour knowing some unknown will do the coloring (and who knows how), write the dialogs and some bits of dry text, imprisoned in little clouds as if writing a sonnet, and must keep the style the same to the end, never changing hand a bit, because the readers keep the old episodes and are ready anytime to accuse him of leaving the drawing at the mercy of apprentices...
The rules of art exist solely to be broken by artists, whenever they feel they have a good reason and (supposedly) know what they're doing. SF writers deal with hardcore science and evade it, or drill holes in it, if there are no real holes in it anymore, invent weird technologies and play with them, let the idea to work for itself and chase it over the keyboard... people find their ways. The cartoon drawers have long ago teamed the computers to multiply the faces and backgrounds for them, and, generally, do all the dirty jobs of the trade.
And then, 3d comics.
If you haven't noticed, this is no history anymore. Not the same one. This is something else, in other words, more of the same for those who don't notice the difference.
3d comic is a new, or, let's say it more gently, young art. It's completely depending on the computer and author's imagination, not in that order. It's done by author's outlining a three-dimensional scene on a computer (for advanced: it's all memorized in brief vector format, and what you'll see depends on what you use to see it - on a teledata signal between the regular holo channels, on the holo channel, on holo floppies, home terminal, home computer, or copied and/or printed from any of the above). Unlike the poor comic drawer, who has an empty paper trouble, 3d drawer has an empty space to fill. The whole 3d expression is somewhat understating the reality, considering a specially problematic dramaturgy (the reader/spectator can speed up or slow down the picture sequence at will), and this also has an exceptionally complex time dimension. I have no illusions. It is already too late to introduce the "4d comic" as a name.
The ordinary comics were already authored using libraries of background images, faces and other things found in a picture. You need much more for a 3d comic - 3d samples of complete squares, with all the details on houses, shops selling floppies or infochips, flashing holo ads and fog around them, landing bays with ships, interiors of all of those, night and day versions of light, models of clouds, and, above all, you can't scan and edit everything. For scenes from hell you MUST draw your private hell yourself, you must shake out all the details out of yourself, rusty sinner frying microwave ovens included, designed to straighten all of your hairs: 3d is realistic even when showing the unreal, or it's just not a real 3d, but a cheap way out sort of thing, which I used to gain some field while talking of SF: you can restyle and simplify it to some extent - if you know what you're doing, and you do it right.
If you don't, you blew it.
Maybe the amount of ideas, which are to be inserted into every scene, is the reason why 3d comic didn't give a great surreal work yet. So far, it's in the level of photo-comics of ancient times - lots of same, lots of bad acting and worse styling, or technical polish of emptiness. Few good things were born by wise combining of movie sets, but achieved a mild deja vu in the audience. Still awaiting a generation of masters, which will know how to express their gloomy back corners in this technique, before it becomes obsolete.
by the by, we don't have to worry about cash anymore, because we brushed the "brainexpand" bigheads well in the last contract, though they seem to become more dangerous as time goes. i'm afraid they may demand strictly specific things / you think directing the development / development is always directed - people research what they need or have interest in / i wonder what have various civilizations invented that the invaders never recognized as a fortune - imagine an industrial spy who comes here from tungusia. would it ever cross his mind to look for the major technical invention of the year in a public library or a game station? / and contrary, imagine our industrial spy in ancient china - would he ever think of acupuncture as of attention worthy? / let's get back to thurvie - he'd want us to make all the possible versions of modules to hook to public libraries; for bathroom, for airplane, for beach, for discrete listening in during boring classes, for at the hairdressers, password and not, big keyboard and no keyboard / he'd want to have a combination of a teeveephone, walkman and a library, portable just like glasses / about / what's he need that for / maybe he thinks we invented a new drug, wants to create addicts / the addicts are the worst advertising / he's unclear to me - i still think he wants to sell as much as possible, before smart replicators arrive or until we shove up such a perfect version which will force those who bought the old version to buy it just to remain connectible to the world / that's more likely - he's invented the oldest drug ever / anything, as long as it creates addicts? / no, money, any kind of, as long as the amount creates envy
why all those who have lots of money want to make much more money? / just like one wise guy said, collecting money makes sense up to the first hundred megs, after that one should try to see what he could use the money for to do something for the humanity, else it loses purpose / and what was it we wanted to do for humanity? / who ever said we'll push it to hundred megs - what the do we need so much money - you waste more time keeping it, than it gives you / we better work on some vaccine to / you mean immunize him / but leave him in place so nobody worse comes instead / are we touching the liberties / any greedy chum with more than twenty megs is danger to anyone's liberty - this one already started censoring his own games / should we pull him into one of those? / he tried already, but didn't get hooked / doesn't have to get hooked, just let's afford some education for him there / note this - games may become real education / yes, but for thurvie and looysek, some private lessons
3D comic is passing through the same phase the cartoon too sixty years to pass: it makes money and forces hyperproduction, the commerce takes over and avoid risky projects. Instead of stepping out into the unknown, they pass the thousandth variations of old contents through the new medium. We are left with a hope that the equipment will become affordable to a greater number of authors, who will produce out of dry desire for expression, for res-alization and challenge of their imagination - and that's the only thing which can beat the merchants. Of course, not for long - the merchants never die, but this is one of the ways for the Sturgeon's percentage to appear in this medium. It is on zero so far.
Another matter makes me wonder:the author (The author is Ben Andersov, culturologist of communicology institute of United Peoples of Earth - rem. ed.) of the article I'm shooting at failed to mention the most suffering one of all the artists-martyrs: public computer game writer. He also starts from an empty disk, also has to invent complete worlds, personalities which have to last several years, his work is viewed by many people for a long time, spectators (conditionally spoken) may stop and watch any scene any time, even record it and analyze later. On top of all, the spectators take a part in building the world, as if the actors, unchained from the text, would start talking whatever they want, just ostensibly sticking to their roles. The actors plot the intrigues, don't care about the audience (yet they are the audience, too), tell what they want, use dirty tricks, and the author has to use the good old stick and carrot to bring them up - with bonus and minus points, allowing into the next stage or demoting them into roles of waiters. And all the time the actors don't feel as if they are in a show; at a good author's they live their roles to the extent where some of them never get back from, though they never left their rooms. To make it harder, the actors don't work for salary - they pay to act, if they get to like the role. If the actor doesn't like the king, king will look for actors with a candle...
This is art, because it's bigger than life.
name and last name: ****************
password: ***********
search message base since last read (enter=yes)?
(ctrl+Q) or (ctrl+H) exit, (ctrl+S) stop.
searching main (0) ................
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1003; # messages found:139
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Packed, Take Packed, _) advanced level
OPN_ lumpus
Checking setup... parameter changes... opening lumpus door... checking
rights... found 478 point bonus, aged 17023 hours virtual time, 92 hours
real time... access granted, if you knew what you're doing so far
welcome to lumpus.
local message search... no new personal messages; sysop's
reply to question packed in ODG2488427FD.message, down now? Y
transfer ODG2488427FD.message 0:55 errors 0 corrected 1 retries 0;
time left 23:05 for today
command: JG39; L "MANDREO.LIF" DSC;
connecting room G39 "criticizing and self-criticizing"... loading "mandreo.lif"...
message to all players: we have introduced a time limit
in some games to release lines for other things; rumors on some state control
are unbased; moreover, we prepare a surprise with a capital "W". /sysop
message to all players: thanks to our friends and sponsors
from "brainexpand", who, besides, helped a lot in introducing the eedg
plugins, the time limit is abandon in some games where it was introduced.
you should all have got the printed manuals about new rules of the game
so far - shortly, eedg connection between players is allowed as long as
it remains unpublished within the game; violation of this gives a negative
500 virtual hours bonus for all members whose connection is published.
mint good plots and get the hell out of psyberia - we need room for new
players! /sysop wishing you good hunting
your situation: you survived 476 days in syberia; it's
december of 1951, 102 days left before getting expelled to irkutsk, unless
you screw up something; you killed 8 guardians, 5 traitors, 1 barrack commander
and 3 lovers of yours; evaded 42 attempted assassinations; possessing 5
cigarets, 5600 grams of bread, sapogs damaged 75% (will sustain another
12.5 days), eared cap sized 56, tin pot, deck of cards, aluminum spoon,
pencil and notebook, guard's coat, lined up leather trousers and gloves,
iron knife and 125 r 8 k; you are at 39th level of the game, as reward
for killing the barrack commander; group trust index is 5.8% now (nobody
really trusts anyone else, this is big) and the chances you could become
barrack commander are 54%; fosgenj very nearly escaped being killed by
old commander, so he ows you one now - beware of those who owe you! reutl_3,
metz_ok and guba leaked their use of eegycom while playing; got transferred
to norilsk with diminished bonus, having lost half of the props on the
way - we expect them to return after 250 to 320 virtual hours, one by one.
advice: bribe someone to let you to the campus chief; once there, flirt
with the guard chief's wife; camp chief will try to use you against the
later (you find out why); if you use him you may find a document pointing
to the one who reported on you...
command: go barrack lie sleep 3
_3 what?
command: 3 hours
_3 hours have passed; during that period you were robbed of 200 grams
bread; you recovered 15%, energy index 13.4%, flexibility index 9.3% because
you slept hungry
command: take bag opn pocket secret opn tak bread 50 gram eat environ
watch
_ energy index 23%, flexibility 23%
command: speak up roommate "want a cigar, only two left"
_roommate wakes up, didn't hear well. autorepeat is on; he says, "and
fire, do you have?"
"devil take you, where's the kalashnikov charge sparker of yours?"
_"exchanged for a lump of salt, and you have none?"
"eh, batyushka, I got your lighter, three cigars I gave for it. Isn't
the world small?"
_"small, indeed" (both smoking) trust index increase to 6.05% good
addressing tone 5 point bonus
"whaddaya think of the new guy, we could give him a good sift"
_"mind rules, power is handy. looks like a provocateur" Is the new
guy ivan alekseevich badurin or oleg chernomorskiy klimov?
klimov. hands rub stand up jump around warm breath hand "cold today"
cigar ext fag shirt pocket put inside
_"the wood, god's will, til the marrow froze"
time show "i'm out god's will to fulfill - someone should warm up the
trees" challenge double "and our little provocateur could do it with an
axe, strong he is, as if not fed only here, ay?"
_roommate shrugs, extinguishes the cigarette, puts the fag into his
shirt pocket, buttons himself up and turns to the other side and sleeps,
nods affirmative. time: virtual local 19:23, 19th dec 1951., virtual absolute
17027, virtual today 4:05, systime 2344510003421, processor time 20331:23455.
challenge accepted, manouver successful, bonus 45. Probable destiny of
Klimov, v1= you report on him for something and he goes to Norilsk or deeper
into Syberia; v2=you denigrate him as a provocateur and he gets killed;
v3=v2+he survives and repays to you. Moral reevaluation of next move recommended,
for many aspects and a possibility of buying yourself out
hybern logout
_status frozen until continue
mpaconnect::calling number:? havatran hrebel huzaim'ta kuzar
::you dialed kuzar 3442#209-123382, computing chat and fishing, connect estimate 30 seconds... 20 seconds... connected at minus 18
connect time 1.00.05 (0.00.31) 0.003% amount 0.02
connect time 1.00.05 (0.00.31) 0.003% amount 0.02
connect time 1.01.12 (0.01.02) 0.004% amount 0.03
The only real refreshment comes from the eccentric Kuzar. Kuzar has the manners of a pirate radio station, you're never certain of the sysop's identity, you can't even know if there's anyone alive, or are there ten of them; the games are rather original - and expensive. Average minute is charged at 3.59, while the others normally chare 2.31 (2.57 at EarthNerve's, because of the global network with translations). The audience is fewer, no doubt, but that's why Kuzar assumes attributes of a secret society or a cult station.
The novelty on Kuzar is "The rise and fall of a billiardaire". The word game is just as typical, you're playing a pool ball king, who should be making, in distant phase, millions, milliards, billions, and, of course, billiards. Aside of known problems with estimating the confidential staff, court plots and traps, this game closely reflects the real world: because of its size (and weight), our billiardaire influences, even unwillingly, the country he operates in, and some other countries as well. Whenever his action or lack thereof causes pollution, extended damages, death or any other mischief, our billiardaire is punished by paying gooooood damage fees. Program may be called "electronic judge", because it's the first justice emulator which works properly.
After a series of cruel, shooting or intrigue games, with plots and assassinations, finally one program where you have to put all of your brains - just to play fair.
good day, master, what do we do today? state: you managed to suppress the increase of sales of pinballs in matambe. local brewery there is also yours. your secretary has meningitis and will be absent two days. your secretary lady is very satisfied after last night's dinner. in computers you have three week's capacity. you may buy more, move to next generation, or pack the data older than five years. red cross thanks for your help.
well, master: mess rea
message from the DA: a request from the city council in perth was filed, to reinquire your work on protection of the sources of drinkable water; group of citizens has filed a petition to express their doubt that you want to capture the only source just to provide water supplies for your soda beverages plant.
well, master: issue a guarantee that the factory won't use up more than 10% of water, less than our share in ownership and half less than our share in the reconstruction. compose some text, polite. more.
well, master, here's a message from retailer in roskilde. business dying off. roskilde became a city of the retired, and the public prefers walking and book, than sipping by the table with cue in hand.
well, master: let him consider what advertising can be done. depict the pool to the young as a place to get away from the oldies, or let him invent something else. better, let him make a gift to the retired people's clubs - a set of our books for each, let him organize discussion clubs in pool parlors, pick the timing so there's always an hour or two before or after it, when the public is idle. more.
well, master, no other messages. you have the idea: make a gift to the united nations retired club a luxury table, with miniature dedication, and minimal media support. just one local station and a smaller gossip.
well, master, let me tell you right on that your financial expert begins complaining, the profit rate is slowly declining, and you always jump into some 'silent' advertising. true it is nothing large, but when it spreads around the world...
well, master: tell him to be a good boy and not complain too much; he may try the previous post a bit, to try selling tables in Bronx. Any secret messages?
well, master, there's just one, from - you know already from whom. Says a subcommittee in some secret service (we didn't find out which one, yet) states that they have the data that once upon a time you were in Siberia and committed some things there.
well, master, what do I tell them?
claim identity error - that's not me. a careful investigation may find someone
who calculated the risk of impersonating me during that time slice, or find
other things too.
well, master: statistics?
well, master, you earned 450,000.00 today; the newyork and perth expenses
estimate around 124,000 but the fine would be about 500,000 so this is
theoretically income; actual damage would be: your potable water quota would
be limited to half of what you limited yourself, with a headaching profit tax;
there was an idea to set the limit of applicability of the progressive rates
somewhere around 0.92 of your estimated income, with nice deductions for
investing in nature. had you not played it as you did, that would have
happened. as far as the formalities around the game are concerned, you have
used up almost all the bonus that the subscription provides for, and earned
two and a half times as much during the game; your equity is estimated to be
around half a billion. time estimate to the billiard is about ten years of
virtual time; at the pace you're logging into the game, it's like fifteen
years of real time. well?
can the game logic stretch outside it?
well, master, what do you mean? in the game, i employ people to do things for
me; can i employ other players to work for me?
good day, thurvie sir. this is the sysop. well where are you so long? you're
sort of lacking in presence these days, never catching the time, isn't it, to
drop by the system here, and your obligations to our imaginary world are, er,
persistently multiplying, thurvie sir, like rabbits, isn't it.
is this the real sysop or an emulation? it doesn't seem to convincing to me
that anyone should act such a lot of mannerism.
<control><broadcast_call><sysop#repeat#3>
this is sysop live. you don't like our ringer emulator?
what ringer?
well, you know, most of today's better machines finely and affordably
recognize their master's voice, but the merchants, this doesn't concern you,
of course, never tell you what a load it is for the machine. for a single
machine which knows only its master's voice you don't feel it that much, but
for multipersonal systems, well - it's more important that other things go
smoothly and comfortably, and recognition of one voice among hundreds - let's
say it overloads the system and i usually don't turn it on. instead, i have
that emulator who addressed you with the previous sentence. that gives me some
time to turn the voice recognition on. we can talk now.
that introduction needs work. it sounds ridiculous and inconvincing.
that really was the original intention - to confuse and amuse you a little so
you wouldn't notice the delay.
ah, any mess deserves a good pretext. drop it - did you see my question?
you'd like to extend your personel? add subscription for new persons.
i did that many times. i never know if those i meet in the game, are emulated
puppets, or you sold them twice - once to me, and once to the poor guys who
play them.
that's exactly what you must not know - it significantly contributes to the
realistic virtuality. read...
...the tiny print in the contract?
noooo, the instructions. you know
i know, when nothing else works. repeat - can i pay for other people to play
for me?
so you can rely on them that they are the real ones?
ummmmm... yes, you expressed it shorter than i would, but... yes, that really
is the point. you computer folks don't drive it around much, eh?
requirement of the profession. your request is not quite usual, furthermore
the rules strictly forbid associations among the players.
pleased to be the first. the rules in art exist to be broken.
i still must consult others. i'm just a sysop. on call. a message will await
you.
no need for that. how do you know who's already working for me?
a little bit of healthy paranoia always comes handy, eh? and how do you know
you're all in the same game?
there are different games?
maybe. they may be slightly parallel, bifurcate and meet again. the topology
is not too clear to me either, and when you add up all the players, you understand
no sane one can keep track of it.
your bragged that in your profession there are no normals among the masters
and vice versa.
that's modesty. i do spot an odd difference in perception of some events here
and there, but that may be the game adapting to the reactions of a specific
player. by the way, if you already have some aides, your relative importances
don't necessarily have to be the identical from your vantage points. it's all
one game, but jungle-like, everyone sees trees around, they're all in the same
jungle, but nobody sees the others properly. just the silhouettes among the
trees.
it's more clear than you expected. i do expect, still, an answer from you.
you will receive it, for sure, by tomorrow evening. good night.
good night.
good afternoon, master. a message from sysop.
lemme hear it.
Good evening, thurvie sir. I suppose it's evening when you're reading this, and I expect that a man of your format won't find it too important to be addressed with a programmatically refined message, taking account of various circumstances surrounding your reading it, nor to have it know the time of day when you open it. We are skipping these formalities to tell you short and clear: what you proposed is, actually, an extension of the game. Both the game creators and the sysops agree that it does not jeopardize the Principle and the Idea of the game (the only actual requirement is that they be capitalized, always), and we can't control you all the time, anyway. Some of the control is automated (as done by game, i.e. the program, itself), and since it created no problems in simulation, we suppose it won't create them live.
You have a green to go from the human part of the team, a flashing yellow from the program, and a gradually lower subscription fee for each vassal of yours - 7% rebate for each, taking yourself to be the zeroeth. This fee is the base for calculation of special services (so they'll be proportionally cheaper for each of your vassals). We'll have to inform your opponents some day that you're creating an army, and that they'll have the same right - the inventor's advantage is a virtual month and a half. You'd be uncovered in that time in any version reality. In case you want to sneak eegycom talk with your cooperators during the game, keep in mind that you are never sure if he's the one you think he is.
Allow a proper quote for the occasion: "Jesus had only twelve, and one
was a double spy", by John le Caré.
The secret handshake, specially for you, to know you're in the new version, is
not a new prompt. You will still be greeted by "well, master". You
will notice, though, slightly diversified grammar, and some other details as
well. You have the eye to notice those things.
Greetings, authors & sysops
well, master:
call shoon for me, i have an assignment for him. until he comes, let me hear status on maracaibo, then call the new secretary to get ready for the morning torture; order one maestro di electronics to scan that pearly pool ball on my desk, just to check if it's infested with lice; and yell a double coffee so i'll survive until lunch. ah, shoon, you arrived already. what's up?
My dear employees, the announcement made it clear for you that this has to do with The Game. I have a new idea, which might have occurred to few of you these days: the next business enterprise for the real firm we shall first try in our imaginary firm within the Game. I know it's only a game, but most of the people who work for us there, or against us, are real, and behave just like in life, or even stronger than that. We'll play the eegytrim advertising campaign on Kuzar. Y'all know what we normally do in real life; we'll play that in Billiardaire - we'll sell mentally controlled cues. All eventual failures should be fixed during the game; only three days later we'll go live. This trick can fire only once, therefore be smart and dedicate this week to the Game; your office hours will be halved and your Game time will be doubled for as long as this lasts. Expect raises and promotions, or... but we haven't failed before either.
your Thurvie Hyste, the last business genius
*** i have learned everything, but is that enough ***
*** thurvie here. i busted your lines long ago
there's a lot of your recordings up there. your scientists' vanity betrayed you. don't ask me anything, i know more than you'd dare accept, and i don't have the time to tell you everything i know. according to my calculations, i have two or three days or hours left to gather impressions into. my memory is filled up. i have reached a point where it doesn't matter if i take notes for later or talk into the wind - either is remembered and taking up my curves. here's to you explorers - sometimes i can't memorize some things, while later i can do some others. maybe there are more types of remembering. i can recall everything, but i can not forget. nor remember new. i remember that i have done the same important move in billiardaire for five times now - and each time i remember i did it already... instead of a testament, my emulators are in the game now, and i don't know for how long will they succeed lying. so i have a last will: you will play your own Game against me, it means against emulator. he's smart, beware. he's written by the man who has gathered all the knowledge of this world, which will mean - me. i have inserted a plot which would lead to a court coup against me. one, or ten coups, never mind. the best inherits all, the billiard, the brainexpand. if it's you, good luck, if not, it's gonna be someone else. by the way, where's looysek, we haven't shaken, really well, the media world for quite a while. i have a good idea, a communicator based on brain salad, right stuff, directly from head to head, that's what we name our company after, not after what we don't have. If that smoke bomb manages to pull his ass out of that tequila lake, I need him in the billiardaire, I got some information that a court coup is cooked up there. What the hell do I pay him at all, I wish I knew. I am no sister of mercy, I am the last business genius. He's risking getting beaten up a little once in a while, for his emperor's percentage.
I got a feeling that I don't remember where was I, but though, I think it's just an emulation; it would be fine if I had more men in the Game, only if sysop knows it only when it's late enough, otherwise - a pissable 15 score and 45 bonus minutes, given that my sapogs make it to Norilsk, otherwise no chance to make a controlled cue, there's only the remote for the white ball and that's straight into the forehead just like that Adolf, he's the one, pity to have been in a poor country, though - a good market for the pool phones, but the sensor tape is far better, and then it says well master, and I'm pleased, and it's also neater, no cord hanging around and the profit rate is about five virtual hours a day with a new secretary directly from head to head view tim show stat save hybern logout
#1 See what Guranoz has to say to that in "Modern calculus": "There are mystical programmer's sects, which practice initiation rites (though they call it initialization), what means introduction into the ranks of Real Programmers; the key point is a feat of producing a master's piece. As a rule, it's some hard and tricky thing to do (a translator capable of knowing the slang and double senses, or a generator of multilingual crosswords), which traditionally must be written in MAK or some other low language.
#2 Mush (during the final (!?) processing of the text): this kind of acronym dictionary was developed by any users of new media - telegraph operators, radio operators, flag signalists, modemists, drivers, pilots, pantomimes.
finished on 2nd of November, 1992, on third computer.
The persons and most of the text taken from my earlier story of the same name.
Some of the names may mean something to anyone who understands the unique mix
of German, Hungarian and Serbian as spoken in my wife's family.
Connection logs made from parts of a real log from a 2400 baud connection with ZBBS in
Zagreb, fall 1990.
Started writing some time in 1990 or so, using 1ST Word and racunari.acc on Atari 1040STF
Cyrillic codepage
drivers by G. Biočić and D. Zakić on Acrotech 286 computers
The story was first posted on Sezam BBS, Belgrade, 19th of February 1992, in a version for Ventura
Professional 3.0
In December 1993, lost it in a disk crash and retrieved from Sezam
Transferred from Atari 1st Word (or VP version?) to MS Word 2.0, 2nd of
January 1995, on a 40MHz 486 in Szekszard, Hungary.
Translation into English and HTML (from Word 97 into Netscape Composer 4.03)
abandoned some time in 1997 or 1998.
resumed the translation in january 2000, using FrontPage 2000 and Netscape
Composer 4.7 in parallel, which sort of worked - Netscape managed to be quite
fast with such a long file, and FrontPage had the bells and whistles, but was
dead slow until I chopped this into chapters. Eventually posted on Geocities
by the end of 2000, but then in january 2001 discovered the last two pages
were missing.
Reformatted into a more modern html in a simple text editor (xed, under linux mint) by end of july 2021.