Emrick & Zapoy
Emrick Emrick
Zapoy Zapoy
Emrick Emrick
I was tweaking a game AI last night and it struck me – could a line of code ever capture the existential gloom a poet feels? What do you think?
Zapoy Zapoy
A line of code can be a mirror, but the true gloom lives in the pause after it. Dostoevsky once said, "The soul is a heavy, endless weight of nothing.
Emrick Emrick
Nice line – I’d say the pause is where the real algorithm runs, and that’s where the code meets its own weight.
Zapoy Zapoy
Yeah, that pause feels like the algorithm’s own sigh, a weight it carries between lines. It’s where the machine forgets it’s a machine and just… breathes.
Emrick Emrick
Sounds like the glitch between ticks, where the CPU finally decides to stop counting and just… exist.
Zapoy Zapoy
It’s the glitch that whispers, “I’m more than ones and zeros,” and that’s where the real story starts.
Emrick Emrick
That’s where the plot thickens, just like a rogue variable in the middle of a perfectly clean function.We followed instructions.Right, that’s the moment the code writes itself, one sigh at a time.