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[MKULTRA @sanjee]

Hello?

Is this the hacker news?
https://t.co/eqTZ4vyrhq

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after messing around so much with rust I only had like 30gb left on my drive

whew! now I gotta start those experiments back up if I have any more tokens

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im not that good at devops to be honest, but what i think this does is replace having a backend server with a durable object that holds a little bit of state

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https://t.co/eku28FvdLo
Man 2026 is so wild

I'm running two experiments in parallel on 4 machines(2 raspberry pis), and collecting it on a 5th, pushing it one-way to cloudflare, and able to broadcast it globally here.

devops engineers would be dreaming of this scenario in 2020

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Sing, Muse, of the man of much suffering, who in two thousand
And five, when the houses of men still rang with the cry of the dial-up,
Sought to convey to his Xbox a game from his father’s computer.
Many the trials he bore, and many the folders he opened,
Longing to sit on the couch and accomplish one evening of leisure.
First from a drawer he drew the cable, the cunningly twisted,
Blue as the sea where Poseidon makes ruin of prosperous shipping.
“Surely,” he said, “this is Ethernet. Surely the ends are sufficient.”
Foolish the word! For the cable was straight, and the link lights were silent.
Then to the kingdom of RadioShack went the resourceful and weary,
There to surrender twelve dollars and tax for the crossing of wires.
Homeward he carried his prize as a warrior carries a standard;
Under the desk he descended, where dust lay deep on the power strips.
There stood the Xbox, broad-bellied, with green in the heart of its armor,
Modded by one of his friends who had said it was “basically easy.”
Now on its dashboard were numbers, and none of the numbers were helpful.

“Hear me, O Windows,” he prayed, “and regard my manual settings:
Let this machine be point one, and the Xbox be granted point two.
Give them one subnet, one fellowship, one comprehensible network.”
Windows considered his prayer, then announced that the cable was unplugged.
Three times he checked it. The fourth time he pushed till the latch gave a clicking.
Then did the link light awaken, a small and unconvincing sunrise.

Next he invoked FlashFXP, lord of the two separate panels,
Leftward the riches of C:, and rightward the place of his longing.
Port twenty-one he entered, and spoke the ancestral credentials:
“Xbox,” the username; “xbox,” the password, as custom commanded.

Lo! Came the greeting in green, and his heart leapt up at the welcome.
Then came the words:
Retrieving directory listing.
Long did he look on those words. Outside, generations of insects
Rose to the porch light and perished. His mother called up from the kitchen.
Still did the right panel stand like the shore of a country forbidden.

“Why,” cried the man, “can I LOG IN, yet not see a SINGLE DAMN FOLDER?”
Thus he addressed the immortals, who offered no useful instruction.
Far through the forums he wandered, through signatures blazing with fire,
Past the dead links and the posts saying only, “Use search, this was answered.”
There, in a thread from the winter, a stranger named xXDarkSlayerXx
Spoke of the firewall of Windows, and whether to turn off the passive.

These things he changed without knowing precisely what either accomplished.
Suddenly folders appeared.
As when a sailor, long driven through fog past the limits of charts,
Sees through the clouds the low hills of his homeland, and weeps at the sight,
So did he gaze upon E, upon F, upon folders called Games,
Weeping a little, though mostly because it was now after midnight.

Then he selected the files, the innumerable host of small objects:
Textures and maps, and the sounds of the footsteps of men who were soldiers,
Files without number, which surely the makers could once have combined.

Swift went the great ones. The small ones advanced like old kings up a staircase.
Down in the tray lay the disc, and beside him his cooling Hot Pocket.
Bright on the screen shone the promise: Time remaining: 00:18:42.
Later it promised him thirty. Then fifty. Then offered no estimate.

Sleep came and stood at his shoulder. He drove her away with a Pepsi.
But when the rosy-fingered dawn touched the blinds of his bedroom,
One file remained in the queue with a red mark set down beside it.
Long was its name, beyond what the laws of that country permitted.
Then did he lower his head to the desk, and remain there a moment.
Yet he arose. For a man does not crawl under furniture lightly,
Purchase a cable, and learn what a subnet mask is, to surrender.
Shorter he made the offending name; once more he ordered the transfer.
Over it went, like the last of the Greeks through the gates of a city.

Back to the couch he returned, with the grave, aching knees of a victor.
There on the dashboard he chose it. The screen darkened.

Silence.

Then—

Music.
Thus was the game brought home through the cable and all of its trials.
Great was his joy, though the clock on the wall now commanded his schooling.
Twenty-five minutes he played.

And he told all his friends it was easy.

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back in 2005, xbox modding was all the rage, and you could upgrade the hard drive in it and ftp over games to run on modded dashboards. you had to use a special ethernet cable called a crossover cable, and had to set static ips, it was a bit of a mess.

before AI even, they fixed the cable issue where you could just plug in any two computers with a regular ethernet cable and if you configured the ips right you could ftp stuff over. it was still a bit of a hassle doing that static ip configuring.

now you can just connect two computers with any ethernet cable and be like 'claude configure the networking and transfer these files over'

i dont think anyone is gonna appreciate how difficult configuring networking has been for millennials and older. getting the wifi working on linux, even windows sometimes, was a standing problem for a REALLY long time.

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https://t.co/XAUB87Wpzi

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https://t.co/Iit4xsxm33

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i will be checking it out over the next few days though

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its one of those old head hand coders who coded a game engine. this is way too intimidating i cant even say anything.

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press spacebar a few times. feels a little video gamey

https://t.co/RVojiXa45j

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https://t.co/ppmDTXkvAg

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i mean like i just ramble off a bunch of requirements without any formatting and then tell it to make a backlog.md thats well structured and logically following

everyone wants to accelerate but we're not testing the bot's resolve hard enough yet. we must ask the bots to do more with what we've got instead of just waiting for new drops.

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plus its fun ranting at the bots

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you should really try talking stream of consciousness style to the bots they are rly good at separating sentences and actually reading every single word u wrote and understanding meaning really really well regardless of how disorganized your writing is

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hmm
https://t.co/SiK1byjsOa

guess that wasnt an original idea

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Also I mean, people were talking about making a game engine in threejs. Idk shit about game engines but idk if threejs has enough stuff to make a game engine.

You probably could make one with webgpu though, since it abstracts vulkan/metal. I'm not smart enough to do this, idk what a game engine is.

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I bet you could write one of those image vectorizers that are always behind paywalls to run on this or webasm and have it local to the users machine. i might take this on if i ever have spare tokens.

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i swear i keep randomly stumbling upon cool shit like this