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The forest’s leaves become pink and leathery, veins pulse along the trunks. The canopy is healing shut and the ground twitches where you run
With human-level chatbots to keep you company, why stop at running one? Scale up, run a dunbar-sized amount of them! Leave humanity behind!
There is one point where the Web’s threads run dense and form a cocoon. It was no spider that wove this, but Psyche, goddess of butterflies.
@kas@enotty.dk, @skingrapher@skingrapher.com 8ball only checks users that are on we-are-twtxt and it does only checks for tweets since its last run. So it won’t catch new users that had questions for 8ball in the past.
@freemor@freemor.homelinux.net What do you mean by time based? I added syncing with we-are-twtxt in 6c2038 but it simply compares the result against the last run?
A few technical changes
A few things have happened on my current server setup. The biggest one was my move from FreeBSD to Ubuntu. I do not have complains about FreeBSD — how could I? — but I wanted to play with more recent stuff, and it was becoming very hard to do under BSD. I also wanted a refresh, since I had been running that VPS for a while and it was starting to feel “dirty.”
So, I spawned up an [Ubuntu 16.04 LTS](http://releases.ubuntu … ⌘ Read more
@freemor@freemor.homelinux.net Uh, i haven’t heard about yacy in years. Please keep us informed! I have to talk to our hardware guy, maybe we can run an instance at work.
How should #txtnish handle permanent redirects? Prompt the user to change url? But what if timeline is run in cron? A flag like -I for non-interactive? Mhh…
+++ half the city’s mailboxes on the run after hackers sneak a Name into the local newspaper’s headlines +++
My hobby: Sending letters with names of God on them so that the mailboxes in which they’re placed become golems and run away
worst elemental pets:↵air: will constantly mess up your desk↵fire: goes really well with a fireplace, but may make your house run away
when you have multiple thirstbots running on one cpu, it’s two girls one cpu
You don’t even recognize the characters anymore. It’s like someone left the camera running and you’re peeping in the author’s mind.
Defense mechanism: Embed yourself so deeply in physics so that any entity attempting to simulate you will have to run a full universe.
Mystic BBS running at bbs.thehomesteadinghippy.com:34123
occasionally, the simulators will steal a good idea from physics and port the universe to that because it runs faster that way
&: what if comparing with zero were hard↵%: haha yeah hilarious, let’s run this as a universe
so if the matrix is the effective topos (turing machines), what would universes running in the other topoi look like
how 2 invest: you send it currency and a conversational script it can run, more successful scripts obviously yield higher returns
a chatbot that runs in one of those smart contract blockchains and supports itself through scamming people on messengers & dating sites
You run into the monthly simulation limit and suddenly the world becomes low poly, sounds tinny, and the same twelve thoughts play in a loop
He takes a pull. “No, I did find myself. I’ve been running ever since.”
stated cult goal: leverage singularities to convert the world into computronium to run more universes on
Not surprisingly, they find our diamond, run it themselves, find us.↵The link has been established, the chain closed.↵Q.E.D.
They run it. We watch. The chain becomes longer, the simulators’ direction clearer. We infer their next change, embed a diamond, and run it.
You run it, of course. It’s… not that alien, actually. There’s still humans, some good, some bad. And then, in it, another diamond shows up.
The fire advances and the trees melt, off their branches drips liquid wood that runs off like tar, unites into wooden lava streams
acid rain blamed on freak coincidence of tornado and ergot infestation +++ citizens advised to stay inside and not let their houses run away
Liquid shadow rains down, cool, velvety, silent. Stains of night run down our faces, evaporating slowly. Stars twinkle through them.
It doesn’t hurt when the rain simply ignores your skin. Rivulets run through the furrows of your brain, cool your bones, slosh in your limbs
Chime triggers move triggers chime, an autocatalytic dance through which run alien melodious thoughts, free from the shackles of language.
We tried protos suits, really. But time in pocket realities runs differently. Those that we recovered contained desiccated corpses at best.
Your mind has guests. No parasites, no, but satellites that run epicycles around your thoughts. Subtle, weird, emergent epipsyches.
Cloud providers struggle with haunted circuits until they find out water cooling helps: Running water.↵They’re now hiring psychics.
run two instances, let one watch and project its relief of not being the victim into the other’s thoughts
he wears a crown of mathematical singularities, surfaces running through each other, spikes going into infinity
It is a running gag among the civilizations of Earth to leave behind a pristine planet after each singularity, complete with fossils.
Bernie Sanders keeps fighting
Bernie Sanders has had a good run. Yet numbers are pilled against him, and he should know it. After all he said he was “ pretty good in arithmetic.” Hillary has beaten him, and the right and honorable thing for him to do is to call it quits.
“ If, on November 8th of this year, Hillary Clinton is elected President, we will have only begun to fight,” Sanders told a packed rally in San Francisco.
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Your pet flame runs up to you enthusiastically as you return home, along your arms, under your clothes [you smell hot breath and burnt hair]
It also turns out magic is not picky about what space is made of: GPUs soak up magic like sponges when running certain computations.
They separate the visible from the invisible and run along ideological chasms and schelling fences rather than rivers. Have fun mapping!
Her dreams light her eyelids from the inside, visible as vague colorful shapes that illuminate her pillow, sprites run along her skin
time is the tortoise and you are the hare↵wherever you’re running, time’s already there
The nightmare’s cousin, the nighthare, is responsible for those dreams where you run from invisible pursuers but never get anywhere.
The production budget has run out. Tea is tasting stale, the animals are tired, the night sky shows stains like a run down cinema’s screen.
Later that week, you spot a few skulls running around the garden on worm feet. Some are already growing face and spine?
2040’s AI war saw the first basilisks deployed. We who survived now run human firewalls, matrices of uploads who take hits meant for us.
The matrix has exceeded its monthly budget and is now running on reduced power. Flowers pixelate, clouds look like badly compressed JPEGs.
burn the books, free the stories↵let the great herds of ages past thunder again↵and run among them like the old bards