These are also good to avoid tiling textures having a https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moir%C3%A9_pattern. Just do a randomized labyrinth per square and voila.
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Some tried to tell the world, but the world wasn't hearing it.
Some of same went suicidal and marched into the desert never to be seen again.
Only willing to listen, were some secret service barons who found the truth in there briefings and the guys with the turtlenecks who provided the data.
Life grows exponential, energy is linear, the curves always bump into one another. And life always gives, becomes a wave. Worse still, life adapts to that wave. It becomes a combustion engine for life, optimizing to go ever faster, every time it reaches the limits. Hand to that retarded infant ever more powerful gifts, the infant uses them to punch itself.
The few remaining, vowed to use the window of prosperity for more then war, to adapt to not self-destroy, to do no harm or at least less harm, to graft strange things into humanity. Leviathan-cybernetics. Doctors forging prosthesis-gods, working around or within the load-bearing retardation's, to one day enable some offshoot of mankind a existence far outside the self-destructive limits of our nature. Sometimes, a conspiracy finds you and childhood ends. _________________________________________________________
On that last day of summer, the child embarked on the project to climb the highest tree on the grounds. We who gorged on the smashed fruit below, shaken down in previous attempts, cheered it on for ever more. And so began the climb, allover the worlds, all of life has starred at this, hypnotized by rewards, ability-branch for ability. This one doomed project, this one hope to stay unchanged in the sunshine, that gets all intelligence into the ground one way or another. Some triumphant victory laughter later and within a jubilant final second we learn all worth knowing about the fall. And it all goes so slow, wrong, so fast. The thin, last branch gives, the last pear starts falling to a suprised scream. The soaring of air, of leaves swishing by. All we can do now, is manage the downfall, towards the hard rocks beneath. Twist that way, throw branches together, to slow down, take that trade off injury instead of certain death, spare that branch, so one day, after a long mend, we might climb again. The climb has given us miracles, which we used to avoid knowing about ourselves. We would fly like icarus on singularity wings! The fall taught us about the value of small mercys, but it did not change the nature of the tree, the ground or gravity. We all have seen too many horrors now, regional nuclear exchange between wet bulbed ghost-cities. Our beloved and brightest ones dissolving in destructive information, walking out of the firelightcycle to become ever stranger things, never to return. We yanked our hearts out to stay a sentient and civil during this crises. Keeping calm and carrying on, ever fewer, ever onwards. To save our souls from that final dark smash at the roots of that tree. We jammed technology into our heads, were the ink on the patents had not dried yet, all to survive and thrive none the less. Thank you for breathing lightly, as we lay with smashed limbs on flimsy branches, listening for stability. Thank you for staying sane and not going feral - a human among humans, even with no power monopoly at times. Thank you for not growing cancerous, trying to make infinite copies in a race to the bottom. The worlds of tomorrow will see and be be grateful for our sacrifices today.
If the people carry something and change their minds and moods, have fun holding back that energy with a creaking dam made of paper. Even this Ice nightmare, was voted in democratic and will be one day, when the mood has swung again, pushed back by the people in some colorful revolution.
And you can tell by the way they move, they do not want to hurt each other- a cartel of toe-owners. Otherwise, what happened to gaming with the steam-deck, could have happened with linux to the desktop world years ago. Especially now, where the owner describing his intent, transfers to scripting glue code.
Systems hardened against authoritarianism are a great thing. Even the taliban have mobile coverage in kabul- and thus, every woman forced under the dschador holding on to a phone, has a connection to the world in her hand. Harden humanity against the worst of its sides in economic decline. I dream of a math proof, coming out of some kabul favella.
I think the comment about the "transporttax" on hardware, ergonomic and cooling still holds up though even in a world where things like steam-deck exist.
Even more so, if you may have lightweight ar-headsets one day, with a glorified cellphone + mouse and keyboard.
One of my mentors had the great sentence: "I dont buy laptops- they suck, because they are tailored to transport. I buy desktops- and connect them via internet to flat transportable terminals. And desktops can be upgraded, merged, reused and send to the closet as server at the EOL-"
And he was kind of right. For almost all purposes, even for gaming in a way- a remote desktop is kind of superior. Yes, stadia is dead- but for everything else- this shall do.
The only thing that really helped to covercome these century old - was ironically the Conscription for the Bundeswehr in the cold war, intentionally mixing recruits allover germany and binding groups of friends together. That is now absent for a while- but the Ruhrpott and hamburg have missmanaged germany for quite a while now - and it shows, as subtle cracks of doubt in the superiority surface.
Cumex and Wirecard showed that elite as the lame ducks without a plan they really are.
PS: This explicitly ignores the Neo-prussians of berlin and the insults they throw at everything outside in the "incest-villages" as they call the rest of germany.
Happened to the unreal team, who created the z-buffer reflections in the marble floor- because some other "engine" from around the world "could do that" - which ironically was a rendered non-real time image.
To sum it up nicely the real innovators, are marketing gurus, lying with "pretend proof" forcing the competition to adapt. Thank you for coming to my TED-walk
Your CPU changes with every app, tab and program you open. Changing from one core, to n-core plus AI-GPU and back. This idea, that you have to write it all in stone, always seemed wild to me.
Such moves towards such systems, are usually desperate jumps of those whose empires are under threat of being broken up anyway.
I wouldnt want to work at the IAA right now.