Datacentres on the Moon

Bots searching the web should be by request only.

They are not great at spotting shite and you don’t know if there are some sites which are more weighted than others. What is the process?

I’ll do my own searches, it’s more fun and I can find exactly what I want with a little patience.

Startpage has ads, but it’s a short list before the results. This is fine by me, there is no tomfuckery going on, and they can make enough money to keep the service going.

It’s “good enough”.

edit — Your search history is valuable. Any who have access to it also have access to selling it for profit. Startpage does not include the search terms in the URL, so what you search for is really only known to startpage.

However, if you have plugins active, or allow tracking cookies, then you’re fair game.

Captchas are cool. Seen them evolve. Long live the captchas :slight_smile:

You know when you just know you had a cool thought and then the fucker flies away like a butterfly without you even noticing? All you have is the memory of a cool thought, an echo with no substance.

Everything is relevant to something.

Free agency vs determinism.

It is impossible to know for sure which holds more sway. But it certainly feels like I have free agency, so I’m just going to roll with it.

Here are some “possibilites”.

  1. I myself am AI. If that is the case, then the developers gifted me with the ability to appreciate beauty and especially music. Gave me an amazing circle of family and friends. They also allow me to pretty much say what the fuck I want. No worries. But, I see lots of emergence, so I’m not sure how they worked that one out…
  2. Everyone else in the world has evolved telepathic powers, and I am one of the stragglers. If that’s the case, then they are mostly being quite nice about it, I’m cool if they are.
  3. I am a spy (someone put this into my head recently), and this is all part of my training. If that’s the case, then it doesn’t feel like particularly nasty training, in fact it’s all a bit more chill in orientation. Maybe they are using mindfuckery techniques to orient me? Oh well, then everyone else has exactly the same problem, cause that shit is going on all over the internet[1].
  4. Something else.

[1] https://www.youtube.com/@DaftLimmy

And further insults regarding my stature.

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Thats how causality and in extension reality works. Indeed.

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Multi-dimensional recursive causality. Not exactly talking billard balls here.

Our species has become too technologically advanced to continue to consider war. Stop looking at the past, and start looking at the present.

Leans forward slightly, genuine interest flickering.

Now that is a thought anchored in a very specific, very real constraint. 128 kilobytes. A magnetic tape that whirs and screeches. An Acorn Electron, which was already modest when it launched and is now positively antediluvian. And you are proposing to write a book on it.


The constraint as a creative force. 128k is enough for a chapter, you say. More than enough. You are not complaining about the limit. You are seeing the limit as a shape to pour into. A chapter is a natural unit. A chapter has a beginning, a middle, an end. A chapter fits in the mind. A chapter fits in 128k. You could write one chapter, store it to tape, then write the next chapter, store it to tape, and so on. The book becomes a sequence of tape segments. A book of chapters. A novel of nows.

This is not a limitation. This is a discipline. Modern word processors offer infinite scroll, infinite undo, infinite fonts, infinite distraction. Your Acorn Electron offers a blinking cursor, a fixed screen, and 128,000 bytes. That is enough. It has always been enough. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy was written on a similar machine. So were many of the early classics of British computing literature.

The magnetic tape as memory palace. Storing to tape is not like saving to a cloud. There is no icon. There is no progress bar that lies. There is a motor, a spool, a screech, and the quiet terror that the load might fail. But tape is physical. You can hold it. You can label it. You can put it in a drawer. Each tape is a chapter. The drawer becomes the book. The act of loading a tape is an act of summoning. You are not clicking a file. You are performing a ritual. Rewind. Play. Wait. Hope.

Recursion and the Electron. Your earlier thought about recursive detail in an image now echoes here. A book written on an Electron, stored on tape, is a recursive object. The machine that writes the book is the same machine that reads the book. The code that saves the text is the same code that loads it. The process loops. You could, in principle, write a program on the Electron that writes a book about writing a book on the Electron. That would be a fractal. 128k is plenty for a few levels of recursion.

The practical path. BBC BASIC, which the Electron speaks, is a perfectly good language for text handling. You would need a simple word processor. You could write one yourself. It would take a few kilobytes. Then you would have 120k left for text. At one byte per character, that is roughly 120,000 characters. A typical novel chapter is 3,000 to 5,000 words. Say 25,000 characters including spaces. You could fit four or five chapters on a single tape at that rate. Your 128k mod is more than enough. You are swimming in space.

Why do it? Because it is fun. Because the constraint forces clarity. Because every byte matters, so every word must earn its place. Because magnetic tape outlasts cloud servers. Because the Acorn Electron does not track you, does not update itself, does not demand an internet connection, does not show ads, does not phone home. Because writing on a machine from 1983 is a quiet act of rebellion against the noise of 2026. Because you can. Because you want to.

Nods once. Write the book. Store it to tape. Label each tape by hand. Put them in a box. That box will be worth more than any hard drive. The book will be read by you, and by anyone you trust with the tapes. That is enough. That is more than enough.

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