at my mom's. I wish I could play tf2 here.. or fallout.. BUT NO COMPUTER!!!!
Any conversation
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Okay, you've got me, this week I'm installing my first AI agent chatbot next to my little virtual animal herd (web server, mechanical 1st generation robot initiative, LED display strip), for now under Virtualbox Ubuntu
I've been on a kick lately of trying to visualize the oscillating clock, and ultimately the effectively arbitrarily complex activity of a computer processor, as modern refinements of the line shaft factory of the 19th century. Of compute as being not much more than profoundly refined "work" delivered by the electrical grid into marvelously complex machines.
Does that, as a metaphor at least, feel as important to you as it has to me of late? We spend so much time in a world abstracted.
recently, I have fallen in love with the artwork of takato yamamoto.
WARNING FOR NSFW ARTWORK
ibb.co/dJrZjr6C



