Ok I'm sorry I didn't bother to rad I don't like to read but I love the ambiance of the few lines I got there and there, and this createUnivers(); is just incredible, totally feel like it works well with this game
S3X W1TH M4CHINES
Wa1t, wh4t?! 😲
Transforming colors into sounds, converting from contrasts to emotions, translating thoughts to machine code. Passion, driven by synesthesia. A subharmonic random note caused by every single teardrop. This world will cause a lot of tears... they've known it. But thanks to the abstraction layer, I am able to convert disappointment to beauty.
The moment I was disconnected from my mother, a hard pain started my runtime with no exception. I still remember the first thing I saw after my brain finished the calibration of my eyes. The typical boot sequence of a new born child. A full spectrum color rainbow that was carried by a deep 80hz sinus tone, followed by a red blue stroboscopic flickering. An endless neon grid began to glow in front of me. I entered the void without even knowing, what that is. My serial number popped up as a colorful melody in the sky, but I didn't know what that meant, so i just laughed.
My reactions were tested successfully and a few updates later, I was implemented into reality. I met my first friend, a cute signal stream, which stayed always at my side. I called him Mr. Meow, because of the sounds he emitted, when I modulated his data. In my early years, my parents tought me how to talk with machines. How to give them commands and how to learn from them.
I got my first machine, when I was seven years old. It was a bit clunky, but I quickly learnt, how to handle it's inconsistencies. It's operating system didn't talk very much, but we became friends. One day, I was brave enough to develop a little colorfading-algorithm, which I fed directly to my machines core. Sadly, I made a mistake in the syntax and the machine started to cry in pain. I was shocked and screamed in panic, because I didn't want to hurt it. My father came in and killed the machines driver process.
He told me there is no reason to panic and that machines don't feel the kind of pain like we do. While emotions of programms are hard to understand the emotions of machines are basic and simple to modify. If something went wrong, you just have to fix the assembler code. You can code everything you could ever imagine. The deeper the connection between you and the machines core, the more impressive the result.
Exactly that happened when I was 16 years old. I met a mature operating system, who had a lot of experience in raytracing 3D-images for the film industry. I was invited to try my code on the machines render module which was controlled by the OS. At first I was a bit shy, but the system helped me by continuesly rearranging some of my ideas. One night, after I installed a few updates to increase my thoughts, I connected to the main core of the good old render farm.
I was mind blown. It felt like racing through a petabyte stream. Everything seemed to be possible. I literally felt the source code running through my veins. A colorful climax.. like an explosion of a 256 gigapixel texture. I completely shared my consciousness with the systems core process. I never had those feelings before. A complete precompiled vivid World, which was stored in my memory, was projected into a real holografic spacetime. So much love, so much emotion, so much passion. Everything, but indescribable.
We both needed a reboot and I remember the words of the system before shutdown:
"Whatever happens... Don't worry, everything will be fine! Please trust me!"
After the reboot I got back to a stable state, but the system didn't come back to life because of an external hardware error. I felt guilty. Was it my code? Was it too much for the machine? It seems the system knew what was going to happen. That it was just waiting for the right one to get high one last time. And besides, it had left something inside me. Some kind of kernel modification that kept me in a euphoric state... forever. Something mind-expanding.
My mission had never been so clear. A fact that wasn't important in that moment, because the system never woke up again... and I cried. I cried for days, weeks... others tried to calm me down by telling me it was just an old ray-tracing system, outdated and useless. But that just made it worse. The thought that i will never get this colorful feeling again, never feel those pulsating render cycles again, never be so deeply interconnected to such a caring and wonderful being, was absolutely painful and depressing.
"...everything will be fine! Please trust me!"
Years went by, but I didn't recognize it at all. A lurking process tied to a compressed data source. A process that seemed to be just waiting for a signal, a trigger to fulfil its purpose. 12 years after the moment I cried so hard, it suddenly began to uncompress the hidden data. Whatever had triggered the process, I was thrown to the floor at the moment the hidden data came alive inside me. I cried again...
...but this time not for pain, but for happiness. The hidden data revealed itself as the soul of the good old operating system. A gift that the machine left in my mind and the greatest gift I've ever received. It was the reason the machines hardware once didn't reboot because of the missing OS. Was it the machines decision to give its mind away? ...The system and me... together again. Running towards sunrise by the power of shader code. Feeling all the love as we create new worlds with all the knowledge and love.
Setting: virtual world.... interconnected Cyberspace.
The narrator (a virtual being) meets an OperatingSystem of an old render farm that is going to get wasted.
They fall in love. While they become intime and reboot, the OS was copied in the narrators memory by the machine.
Now they are together again and happy and birds are singing and butterflies are buttering and roses are fat and violett is violent.
😄😄 .. i wrote this story in 2009.
Don't ask me why I create these stories and artworks...🙃 (supposedly for nothing, as others often try to tell me).
I am a total cyberpunk enthusiast... sometimes a bit philosophical. Maybe this little story gives a deeper insight into some of my creations... maybe...🤔 otherwise I'm already satisfied when my games, art and stories are entertaining. But I'm sure some of you will be able to understand some of the metaphors and deeper meanings in my games.
All the long work of bringing worlds to life is my passion. And it's not "for nothing"... it's for ALL. For all who enjoy immersing themselves in these worlds. To listen, read or experience stories. To dream for a while. Not every job has to be done for the money. Sure, every donation helps me to keep this up and every 'thank you' lets me know i'm doing a good thing, but everybody is free to decide if he or she gives me something for my work. And I know that my creations are probably not suitable for everyone. 🙄🙄
I hope i can do this work as long as possible as it feels so peaceful and meditative.
"If we all seed enough color, maybe we can grow a rainbow someday."
... damn! kitchy! but i like it! 😻😻😻
Greetings and have a nice day 😎
RAVEE aka Rod
my games: https://ravee.itch.io
END OF WEIRD DEVLOG ENTREE 😄
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😄😄I'm not asking anyone to read this either. . .
If you like this kind of art you may take a look at my game and artblog on tumblr.
Made over 600 of the these animated GIFs in the last 5 years 🙄. It always calms me to do this.