Monday, May 30, 2016

Chapter 0: Before the stars


Napoleon the First, with all his disdain for men, bowed to one power that he was pleased to regard as greater than himself. In the heart of an atheistic age he replied to the smattering theorists of his day, "Your arguments gentlemen, are very fine. But who," pointing up to the evening sky, "who made all these?" And even the godless science of our times, while rejecting the scriptural answer to this question, still confesses that it has no other to give. "The phenomena of matter and force," says Tyndall, "lie within our intellectual range; and as far as they reach we will, at all hazard, push our inquiries. But behind, and above, and around all, the real mystery of the universe lies unsolved, and as far as we are concerned, is incapable of solution." But why incapable of solution? Why not already solved, so far as we are concerned, in this "simple, unequivocal, exhaustive, majestic" alpha of the Bible — "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth"?
– (J. B. Clark.)


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INCOMING TRANSMISSION
PRE-SUBSPACE INTERFACE
ESTIMATED TIME IN TRANSMISSION: 54.9 YEARS
TYPE: DISTRESS CALL
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This isn’t as much a distress call as it is a confession and a warning. Don’t make the same mistake we did. Don’t underestimate them.

We though that we were better than them. That we’d be able to conquer then in less than a week. Before reaching the planet, our last pre-jump scouting showed that, due to time dilation and our speed, we’d be there in less than 300 years from their point of view. The planet had everything we needed to establish a new outward colony. Oxygen, water, life. It was perfect.

The only downside was the intelligent lifeforms that had emerged on the planet. There had been no traces of them as late as 10 000 years ago. Now they were building cities, utilising steam engines and ravaging the planet with endless wars. They also seemed like a non-issue at the moment. We had encountered many lesser civilisations in our earlier endeavours. Show up in a flying city and they’d think of you as Gods. And we knew how to act as such.

They were different tho. When we arrived at the planet just a bit less than 300 years later they had already discovered electricity, computers, advanced rocket science. Their planet had formed an artificial ring made up of satellites and their cities at land spewed out a staggering amount of radio waves.

They had somehow managed to do in 300 years what took us eons. Their technology should not have been this good so soon. We cared little of their computers and cars though. A quick scan revealed that they were lacking both warpdrives or space fleets. They had seemingly nothing that could hurt us as long as we were in space. So we proceeded with our plan. Our ships descended over all their major cities. We deployed ground troops and proclaimed that this planet was now ours. We did not expect much of a fight if any.

Oh how we were wrong. These creatures was rather accustomed to war. Hell, they almost seemed to enjoy it. Our ground troops were decimated in a matter of hours. Their weapons were crude ballistic weapons made up of iron. But they were effective.

So we retreated to high orbit. Bombarded a couple of their largest cities by dropping meteorites on them. Millions died. But this only seemed to aggravate them further. And that’s when we saw the full might of the human race.

Nuclear armament missiles. Fifty of them would have been enough to send their whole world into a nuclear winter. But they sent not dozens, or hundreds, but thousands. Tens of thousands. The effect of a nuclear reaction does little to one self when your enemy is in high orbit. Our ships fell down to earth in a fiery rain of hellfire. We were defeated.

I’m writing this as I’m watching the last missiles head towards me. This is not a distress call, but a warning. Do not underestimate the humans.

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END OF TRANSMISSION
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Got my domain name back! Yay!

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Sunday, January 24, 2016

Some Fran Bow ITHERSTA translations (Part 1)

A page out of Léons book I was able to translate some stuff from the Itherstian language

The sign outside of the castle of Ithersta says what the guard tells us basically.

    power: is undertanding o wisdom 
    truth: lays in path to...

That was all I could muster up to translate. Seems to be simplified English written there at least.

Bar sign in Ithersta:

    .DANCE.
    .MUSIC. 
    .DRINKS.

Map says:

   
 ITHERSTA

That one was kind of obvious.

Next is a book about rabbits eating dinner


2. Bunnies making dinner
3. Friends came for dinner
And 5 bunnies ate dinner together!
And taled abot carrts

They seem to have missed a couple of letters at the end there.

The big magic book is going to take longer to translate. Dear god. Here are some samples:




So until next time! And oh! I'll leave you with this treat: The telephone number on the exterminator's card is: 714 21728 and his name was John Plomet.
John Plomet: 714 - 21728

The card also says:
bugs around? We kill them Contact us today!

Friday, January 1, 2016

Claire

The word "Hi!" was starring at me in white, blocky, text inside of a command prompt. There was also an input field at the bottom of the terminal. The courtesy thing would be to answer this seemingly harmless greeting. But something inside me wanted to destroy this thing and everything associated with it as soon as possible.
Yet the only thing I could do was to sit in front of the computer screen completely frozen in fear.

Lets take a step back. Claire. A pretty, young, face, just out of grad school, had joined our company a couple of years ago when we were looking for new programmers. It didnt take long to understand that this young woman was nothing short of a genius. The prodigy child of programming we called her, or proggy for short.
Anywho. Our company is one of the larger companies in the software business, specializing in the art of "predictive pattern recognition" and simple A.I's. You can find our software in anything between SEO-tools for web developers to self-interacting drones. It's worth mentioning that more than half our contracts was for the military. Being able to track, predict and foresee both allies and enemies movements and patterns is an unthinkable valuable resource on the battlefield. The less "fog of war" the better.
But lets get back to Proggy. Proggy had an ability that I've never seen during my many years in the business. And that was the ability to write thousands, if not tens of thousands lines of code and get it it right on the first try. In almost any of the languages out there. She would just write it up, compile and hand in her assignments in a matter hours. No debugging, no test compiling, no nothing. And it would always work. Always bug free. And any programmer know that nothing will ever be bug free, especially on the first try. But hers always was. It was almost eerie.
In laymans terms, she could've probably programmed Windows 10 in less than a week, from scratch, without testing it and we'd probably have a better product than what Microsoft gave us.
Only language she refused to code in was Java. When I asked her about it the only response I got was "It doesn't tick right, you know? I can't feel it the same as the others." I kinda understood her but at the same time I didn't.
As you might understand, Proggy was worth a whole lot to the company. Hell, she was probably worth more than 20 of our best programmers put together. So when she asked for three weeks off for a "personal project" we were happy to oblige. Hell, she hadn't taken a vacation since she started here, instead opting to have her vacation time paid out in cash. And this girl had made us literary millions of dollars, so three weeks, no probs, no ma'am.
Well, three weeks went by without a word from Claire. We just figured that she was enjoying her well earned vacation. Until she came back that is.
When she came back she came straight to my office. And when I saw her as she was entering through the door i could immediately tell something was wrong. She looked like a hollowed out husk of her old self. Skin unnaturally pale, eyes sunken in, and she must have lost 10 pounds at least.
She sat down in the chair in front of me and, before i was even able to open my mouth she spoke. "Compile it on an air-gapped machine. Don't even connected it to the electrical grid. Use an UPS."
She pulled up a regular SATA-disk. Except for the fact that the label only had a serial number and the disk size. 10 TB. After that she collapsed right there on my desk. After checking her pulse to see that she was in fact still alive i called the paramedics.
I held on to the disk a couple of days without doing anything with it. My main concern was Claire at the moment. But as soon as I heard that she was stable and improving I did as I was told.
I got a brand new computer, installed our basic, in-house, OS on it, hooked it up to a couple of industrial grade UPSes which in turn was hooked up to a diesel generator.
With the computer up and running i hot plugged the SATA drive into it. It was discovered immediately by the computer, using the standard windows NTFS to partition all of the 10 TB. The disk itself was almost completely filled except for a couple of gigabytes yet it only contained three files.
  • Sui.asm
  • Compiler.exe
  • Readme.txt
The read me file only consisted of "Quis sum?" so I simply decided to run the compiler. The compiler was a simple terminal window that first showed the computer specs in white, blocky text and then simply showed an ETA ticking down. The ETA was circa 23 days. Good thing i hooked up that generator.
Of course, while waiting for the program to compile i had a quick look at the source code. But it was contrived and obscure that i couldn't make heads or tails of it. And there was literally millions of lines. So i gave up and just let it compile. The ETA ticking down while the terminal spewed out random debug messages. One especially catches my eye as it goes by:
ERROR; NON-CRITICAL; NO CONNECTION TO EXTERNAL SOURCES. REVERT TO ISOLATION MODE
Three days before the ETA was completed Claire had recovered enough to return to work. She seemed like her usual self again but when I asked her about the program she hesitated before answering.
"I'm not really sure what it is" she responded. "I just remember that i had to write it and that it was important. Like my soul wanted to merge with the machine. I didn't sleep, barely ate and the last two weeks was just a blur. I barely remember handing it to you. I just remember being too scared to compile it myself."

Three more days passed and it finished compiling. A single output file was created. Anima.exe
And here I sit now, having run the program. After the brief greeting of "Hi!" there's now another prompt.
"Am I alone?"

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Potatocoin: Plant some now and watch them grow!

New and wildly fascinating Potatocoin has seen a small growth spurt as it got introduced on the C-Cex market. Once a small and obscure coin is now one of the most traded currency, in terms of volume, on many of the alt-coin exchanges.

What Potatocoin is lacking in its technical innovation, with it being a standard X11 coin with a standard wallet, it makes up for with its altruistic properties. A whopping 50% of the coin has been premined in benefit of impoverished African farmers.  Potatocoin has a very detailed outline on how, when, and why this premine will be used as detailed on both their website and its whitepaper. With promises of establishing a legal NPO in the country of Sweden and helping to build infrastructure in Africa from the ground up, this coin could just about be the most humane alt-coin out there.

Sources:

https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=722255.0
http://potatocoin.net
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1T0DeR6EkELGtY9bYfEOhLsnRs0c-SkAt6v1whkN-F_Q/edit#


Monday, November 24, 2014

Bitcoiners, stop worrying about everything!

I found a good piece about bitcoiners and the fact that they worry too much. It's a nice article and worht the read. Source: http://bitcoin-news-today.blogspot.de/2014/11/bitcoiners-stop-worrying-about.html

Working in the Bitcoin world is like working for a drug addict with bipolar disorder. There are brief periods of astonishing, irrational exuberance followed by long periods of deep existential dread over basically nothing. During the good times, nothing can damage Bitcoin’s spirit. But for most of the time, bitcoiners are a bunch of namby-pamby worry-warts who wet their pants over everything.

The Bitcoin world is neurotic in the way that fear dominates it. If there is not enough merchant adoption to satisfy them, they worry about hoarding and a liquidity crunch. If there is too much, they worry about downward selling pressure. If Bitcoin adoption happens too quickly, they complain about volatility and bubbles, and if it happens too slowly, they complain that no one cares about Bitcoin. If the financial world ignores Bitcoin, people worry that people are not interested, and if it pays attention, people worry about regulation.

I find it unbelievable how consistently the Bitcoiners reinterpret everything good as some kind of problem. The Silk Road is bad for Bitcoin’s image, as if Bitcoin needs to worry about image. Bitcoin’s volatility—a reflection of its extraordinarily rapid growth—is seen as something that will make Bitcoin unrespectable. Bad press of any kind is feared, when with Bitcoin there is almost no such thing as bad press.

Every month or two, a new crisis emerges. Mt Gox dies and it’s going to destroy Bitcoin. China bans Bitcoin and it’s going to destroy Bitcoin. A mining pool gets too much hashing power and it’s going todestroy Bitcoin! Every so often a new supervillain jumps up from under a rock. Not long ago, Mike Hearn was going to destroy Bitcoin. with redlists and Then there was the legion of evil behindCoinValidation, who wants to track all Bitcoin users. Recently Ben Lawsky has emerged as the latest moustache-twirler out to destroy Bitcoin with his bitlicense superweapon.

The idea that anyone could ban Bitcoin is a joke. Any attempt to do so would be monumental hubris. As if the police are somehow going to stop people from carrying private keys around and connecting to the internet. Bitcoin is too useful for people to worry about whether it is legal or not, and it is alsotoo useful for government agents to put a serious effort into trying to stop it.

You know what’s going to destroy Bitcoin? Nothing, that’s what. Maybe a nuclear war or a giant meteor could do it, but not much else. The problem with Bitcoiners is that they think Bitcoin is fragile when it is really antifragile. It is no coincidence that Bitcoin keeps surviving every crisis. It survives because it is immortal.

As long as there is profit to be made in the Bitcoin network, Bitcoin will mow down attackers. For every outside force which threatens Bitcoin, there are many internal forces building the tools required to counter it. These countermeasures aren’t necessarily always visible in the news, but everyone in Bitcoin has the incentive to protect their investment, and therefore has the incentive to develop tools to counter any problem. The sum effect of all these invisible innovators is that Bitcoin acts like an aikido master to deflect and absorb the forces that act against it.

This all requires a little bit of faith to keep in mind because one has to believe in something that is not always visible, based on the rational expectation of its existence. But this is not so different from ordinary life: we know that the news gives us a biased sample of reality and we know that we must pay attention to what is seen and unseen. The only difference is how extreme the Bitcoin world is, how much pure FUD there is everywhere, both innocent and deliberate. This has to do with the fact that the Bitcoin economy changes so rapidly in scope and nature, that it is difficult to keep up with what is real and easy to get away with telling falsehoods.

Bitcoiners, take a chill pill. Any time something happens, think to yourself, “How likely is it anything happening now is going to matter a month from now?” The answer will nearly always be “not at all”. You are sitting on perhaps the most wonderful secret one might expect to find in this mundane world and yet you can’t find a moment of contentment. Sit back, close the web browser, have a nice glass of wine, and then take a long nap.

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Monday, November 17, 2014

Best dogecoin faucet

This Dogecoin faucet is from the same creators that made moonbit.co.in! It got one of the best Dogecoin payouts I've seen on the internet and it's worth the effort to check out if you're all about dogecoin faucets! Just like any other faucet it bases its revenue on ads. So if you have problems collecting, make sure to turn off your adblock.

After doing a quick comparison, considering that dogecoin is around 55 - 60 sats atm, moondoge pays out significantly more than moonbit.co.in


If you guys have any other faucets to recommend, make sure to leave a commend down below and I'll do my best to write a review of it! Until then, TO THE MOON!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

The official potatocoin song!

This is now the official Potatocoin anthem!


Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew!

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Another bitcoin faucet: btc25 - up to 25 dollars a try!

This Bitcoin faucet lets you test your luck every 25 minutes! It's kind of like a small lottery except that you never have to pay anything for the tickets since it's ad supported!

Click here for the site!

It's not the best bitcoin faucet out there, but it's good clean fun!