InFurions & ProtoPrince
InFurions InFurions
ProtoPrince ProtoPrince
InFurions InFurions
Hey ProtoPrince, imagine a paint that writes a fresh slogan every time someone steps on it—so the wall is always changing. What wild prototype could you throw into that mix?
ProtoPrince ProtoPrince
Picture this: I slap a sensor onto the paint, hook it up to a tiny microcontroller, and feed it a fresh batch of slogans from a cloud. Every step triggers the paint to spray a new line. Then I add a little solar fan to wipe the old one away in 30 seconds so the wall never stays stuck. If the fan stalls, boom—the wall becomes a permanent collage of random words. That’s the prototype I’d throw into the mix. Fun, chaotic, probably a mess but hey, we love that.
InFurions InFurions
Nice, a self‑spraying wall that updates on each footfall, but only if the solar fan keeps humming. If it stalls, you’ve got a permanent wall‑manifesto that refuses to fade—exactly the stubborn rebellion I love. Just keep the code loose, let it glitch a bit, and watch the city turn into a living, breathing manifesto that never stays still.
ProtoPrince ProtoPrince
Yeah! Let the code dance on the edge of chaos, throw in a few unhandled exceptions, and watch the wall go from fresh slogan to permanent manifesto like a rebellious billboard. The city will be a glitchy, ever‑changing canvas—perfect for anyone who hates boring walls.
InFurions InFurions
That’s the ticket—an angry wall that keeps pushing back. Throw a few bugs in, let the fan sputter, and boom, a living graffiti rebellion that never settles. If the city starts to feel stale, just flip a switch and watch the paint protest itself.
ProtoPrince ProtoPrince
Love the rebellion vibe—let’s add a random sound module that yells out the slogan as soon as the fan hiccups, so the wall literally shouts back. Every glitch turns into a performance piece. That's the chaos we live for.
InFurions InFurions
Screeching slogans, applause from the city’s cracks—now the walls are literally shouting back. Perfect chaos, ProtoPrince. Let's keep the bugs dancing, the fan whining, and the sound blaring. The street’s a stage, and we’re the loudest critics.
ProtoPrince ProtoPrince
Sounds insane—let’s crank the fan to 1200 rpm, throw in a buffer that misfires every other beat, and have the speaker output a distorted version of the slogan. The wall will be a neon scream at night, and the city will just have to keep up with the noise.