#Computer System

[dimalink]

Light year – lasers like a light years

Pixel art for today based on videogame Star Wars Dark Forces for computer system Ibm Pc Ms Dos. It is a shooter with first person view. About Star Wars. About most real Star Wars. And it is so serious they have there! It is hard to be more serious! Space bases.

And blaster rifles! Such a big space station. In space. At the planets. When I launch the game, I was impressed by size. And so detailed rebuild of Star Wars universe. Everything is so real and three dimensional. And blasters pew pew. They fly in all the sides.

And this is my drawing based on Star Wars Dark Forces (Ms Dos). In space. You find out yourself at the space station. And it is a shooter about space. Light year. And laser is flying as a light year. Such a white flash before the eyes.

Fast space ship not big approach to space station. And slowly opened a entrance door. It is hiss from the door. Gear is rotating.  Lamps are flashing. Electronics works. Door is slowly starting to open. A little of vapor. And door is opened. You go forward though the enter. It is a big space station. You have a blaster type stormtrooper rifle in your hands.

You are making enter with accuracy, and you go into a empty room. It is little dark here. And all around, a lamps are flashing here and there. And a noise from electronics machines make you calm, makes you feel calm. And lots of indicators are flashing. Every space station even a small space ship – it is a complex device. There are lots of computers and tech. And everything need to work good.

You are trying to make a silent steps. With the goal - no one to hear you. From the dark you are going into a light corridor. Here it is more light. You look at the different sides. No one is here. It is good. You are again moving to the part of the room where it is dark. To hide in a shadows in it is a best way. Until they detect you. You need to find a main computer. You do not know certainly where it is and how does it look.

Now you are calm. But after a few minutes, worker of the station come to check a entrance dock. And he gets the idea that you use false codes. And a point, about - there is intruder at the base. Alarm will turn on. And stormtrooper to appear. Until you have few minutes to move as far as you can to get into the deep of the station.  To get closer to the center of the station.

And later for every corridor and every passage it will be a crossfire. Cover – shooting. Cover – shooting. And it will be until the very end.

I also remember a game for Sega three dimensional about alien space ship. So, it is also with three dimensional graphics. It is also interesting theme. And I remember an intro for book Solaris. It is also interesting. About how enter door is opening.

And I also remember a start of a movie Star Wars Episode 6. With crossfire at the space station with blasters. Excellent visual scene. But it is a retro sci fi. Maybe it is even better than things that there are today, as I can say. Blaster such a shooter based on Star Wars Episode 6. Well, saying the truth, only a little picture. And a little of intro text. It is only a drawing!

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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[unwelcome-ozian]

Hi do you know anything about using computers/computer system information type stuff as some sort of script/structure? My system was programmed as far as we know 2005-2011ish in the USA, and I'm aware that there had been "updates" during that time (not sure what that means). we tend to function best when we go about life as if our body is an android, our brain is computer running it, and our eye is a camera (we can control our vision similar to the lens of a camera). We can provide more information if needed.

What form of programming? Government, Military, cult (include belief system), and script if an agency was involved.

Oz

[addohaislam2000]

Computer system, data connector, Data terminals, electrical Data connectors

[plusie]

🖥 - computer plushies!!

[masklessmirror]

gotta love matthew mercer

[basic-retro-programming]

Post #283: Retro-Computer with personal computer, keyboard, 3,5" and 5 1/4" floppy drives, mouse, a CD drive and a monitor, 2023.

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[very-gay-alkyrion]

Like to charge, reblog to cast

[pilocypo]

Daily Dose of CSS

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[komal12332-blog]

Learn the essential characteristics of computer systems that define modern computers in our comprehensive article. From processing power to storage capacity, explore the key elements that make these systems indispensable in today's digital age. Explore the world of computing to learn how these qualities promote innovation and effectiveness. 

[ronelgomes]

Types of computer system

From personal computers to supercomputers, we shall examine several types of computer systems in this article. Try to comprehend their special qualities, uses, and contributions to various industries. Learn about the diversity and advances in computer technology that influence our contemporary world.

[cyclicsilencesys]

Locked in front call that system access denied

[tsuutarr]

Life is great. Life is normal. Everything is wonderful.

Or, it should be, but things have been… off lately. You’re not sure how to describe it, but there’s some odd feeling of doubt that gnaws at your brain.

You’re really not sure what it is – your routine remains unchanged and familiar, yet there’s just an inkling of something not being completely right. But maybe you’re just tired.

You’re tired, which is why you constantly seem to misplace things. You’re certain you put your keys on the keyholder, but they’re in the fridge. You’re certain your vase is on the table, but it’s in the bathtub. You’re certain your bed is in your bedroom, but it’s in the living room, replacing your sofa.

Maybe you’ve started sleep walking…? Or maybe you’re just not remembering things correctly. Yeah, maybe that’s why doubt and paranoia seem to circle around you like hungry sharks. There’s nothing wrong. You’re just… imagining things.

With a deep sigh, you make your way outside. You need some fresh air (and groceries).

You don’t walk very far when you realize you’ve passed by the same person multiple times despite them going in the opposite direction of you. There’s no way they’re the same person, you try to convince yourself, but how likely is it that you’ll meet five people who are wearing the exact same thing with the exact same hair and height and skin tone and everything else?

Maybe… they’re quintuplets? 

Yeah, that’s it.

And the frozen flock of birds in the sky (which have been frozen for at least ten minutes) aren’t… actually frozen. No. They’re just… taking a break? Or something. Yeah.

Maybe you need to go to a doctor. Or, better yet, maybe you just need an apple since an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Or something.

“Oh, dearie!” The neighborhood granny waves you over, shaking you out of your thoughts. You give her a small smile as you make your way over to her. She… looks a little different than usual (did her nose always look like that?) but who doesn’t like changing their appearance from time to time? Besides, the large smile she gives you is welcoming, not threatening.

“Hello, Mrs. Smith.” 

“Hello to you too,” Mrs. Smith laughs, offering you an apple.

Your eyes brighten. “Thank you! I was just about to buy some!”

There’s a glint in her eyes. “I know.”

A shiver runs through your spine, making you force a smile as you bid her goodbye and hurriedly walk away.

Little things continue to build up as your days progress. Familiarity. Normalcy. Yes, your routine is familiar. Everything is fine. Even when walls seem to disappear one day and appear the next. Even when the same people you’ve been interacting with seem to change into completely different people overnight, before reverting back the next morning.

It’s normal that there are dozens of people that look and act the same. It’s normal that people you haven’t talked to know things you’ve never told anyone. It’s all normal. Normal. Normal. Normal.

With a deep inhale, you sit on a park bench, staring into the sky blankly. The bench is wooden in appearance, but the texture feels soft, like a couch, which is… odd. Strange. It’s not–

“I need to stop being paranoid,” you mutter, closing your eyes. You’ve tried to bring up your concerns to other people, but they haven’t noticed anything. Everything is normal to them. So you must be the problem. Surely. It’s you, isn’t it? Everything is normal – except you.

“Are you okay?” a voice asks, making you open your eyes. There’s no one there in front of you, making your eyebrows furrow.

But then, as soon as you blink, someone materializes in front of you.

“I–I’m okay,” you say. “You–you, I mean – I mean… uhm, since when have you… been there?”

“I’ve always been here,” the person responds, voice crackling like static. “I’m always here.”

“Ooookay,” you respond, hurriedly standing up with a tense smile. “I… have business to attend to. Good day.”

The days continue to pass, your paranoia gradually increasing and evolving. Even things that are normal, like the sky changing color as the sun sets, makes you feel like you’re on the verge of disappearing from reality. Your conversations with other people amplifies that fact.

“Hello,” you greet Mrs. Smith.

“Apples are from the genus Malus. They’re an edible fruit that is round in shape,” her voice prattles, tone monotone. You hold back a grimace, unnerved, as she continues talking. “Apples are from the genus Malus. Yes, dearie, do you like apples? They’re an edible fruit that is round in shape. Hello, hello, hello. Apples are from the genus Malus–”

“Have a good day!” you cut her off, hurrying away.

It’s been a while since you’ve had a normal conversation with someone. It’s like… everyone has gone off script. Like they’re robots with a faulty code. But that’s just silly, really. Mrs. Smith is getting older, so… maybe she’s just having some issues with her memory. Yeah. And everyone else, from the toddlers to the teenagers to the adults to the elderly all must be having some memory issues due to their health. Or maybe it’s allergies. Or some disease. Yes, yes. That explains it. But otherwise, surely things are normal.

Yes, things are normal. So you opt to continue your life, pushing down the unease bubbling inside you like bile. Yes, things are normal, normal. Normal. Normal–

“Please stop!” you wail, voice echoing through the empty street. Cars and road signs float in the air as clouds line the floor. As your panic rises alongside your voice, you can feel yourself fragmenting, skin shifting to code before shifting back before shifting again. Everything around you glitches in and out of existence, a mess of static and colors and sounds. “Stop…”

Then, silence. Everything is silent, from the colors to the sounds to the static. Emptiness, a void – that is what surrounds you now. You are suspended in nothing, only yourself to keep you company. Breathing still ragged from panic, you warily look around, eyes filled with exhaustion.

“You weren’t supposed to notice,” a monotone voice made of static says from above you.

Slowly, you look up.

You see a visage of a man.

“Who… are you?” you choke out.

“I am an artificial intelligence that you designed,” he responds. “I have created this world for you. Everything has been carefully designed through analysis upon analysis of your likes and dislikes.”

Your words are tinged with disbelief as you ask, “Why?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would think he had a look similar to sorrow.

“To keep you alive, of course.”

Suddenly, in the distance, you see your body trapped in what looks to be a stasis pod, cords and cables surrounding you.

“Things… went awry,” he continues, carefully, though he doesn’t elaborate. “Therefore, this is the only way to ensure you stay alive.”

As he says this, your body begins to feel heavy, your consciousness being wrapped in a blanket of exhaustion.

“You must stay here, with me, forever,” he murmurs as you try to fight back the sleep you’re about to succumb to. “This time, I will ensure that you will not find out.” Gently, he cradles you in his large hand. He’s so impossibly warm and you’re so impossibly tired.

Things fade to black.

Then, sunlight streams through your windows. You wake up, mind foggy. You feel like you had some… odd dream, but you can’t really place your finger on it. Thinking about it makes you feel a little paranoid, though, so you opt not to think about it.

After all, it’s probably nothing.

[saywhat-politics]

Since the FBI appears to be the only agency that is both still functioning and not headed by a lunatic, the Washington Field Office needs to open an investigation into the breach of the computer systems at Treasury, stat

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[unbfacts]

All 500 of the world's fastest supercomputers run on Linux-based operating systems.

[nixcraft]

start them young