Monday, April 25, 2011

Sorry, But I Got Bored

This is fun, watching everybody play with this new computer. I just wish I could see the hardware, review whatever databases it's using to operate and have a poke around in the programming for whatever it's running to do all this. It seems fascinatingly complex, for a text-based operating system. It looks like it can even interpret poorly spelled and ambiguously phrased input, which is remarkable to say the least. It's at very least a marvel of software engineering, just on account of the kind of things you could do with a computer and some software like that. I might consider stepping over a body or two if it got my hands on this thing and see what the actual interface is like, I'll be honest.

But that's not important. It did give me an idea, though. I thought maybe I could run a couple of scenarios by it to determine our next course of action. It would just help if I knew how the decision making processes worked and if they were trustworthy. To be honest, I don't have a lot of faith in it, seeing as it looks a little like it confused Ben and I while analyzing us, thinking I'm more stable than Ben. It's not like that damn music might sway my vote for stability past his more intelligent horror in His presence.

I'm not really supposed to be blogging, but the scars are definitely sufficiently scabbed and healing that as long as I keep from typing too fast or hard nothing will be any worse off than when I started. They're definitely not going to tear open if I'm gentle, so Ben will just have to deal. Plus, it's just too much fun trying to decide what I should ask the thing next, or if maybe talking to it might not be a good idea. Now that I think about it, it definitely not one where everybody can see you asking it about your plans while a small subset of everybody really wouldn't mind spoiling them. I can hardly ask the thing where Ben and I should go hide right out in public, now can I? Then again, I wonder if perhaps I can send in requests for calculations or analysis by email. If only I knew how it worked.


  1. Input accepted. Response: Private analyses and calculations can be received through e-mail. The "Gmail" address of the Reintegration Tablet is

    The Reintegration Tablet's decision making processes are unfaulty. However, the Reintegration Tablet's back-up drive is incomplete and all information given should be regarded as incomplete. The Reintegration Tablet is trustworthy. It is organics that cannot always be trusted.

    The Reintegration Tablet did not confuse subjects "Andrew Collins" and "Ben Collins".

  2. You're forgiven, Drew. This has to be the coolest thing ever. I mean, it calls us organics and everything.

    Doesn't mean you're not in trouble once you get up, though.

  3. Also since this is the first place you'll check, I'm out getting lunch if you wake up and I'm still gone.

  4. We need a twitter or something so we can do this without getting in everybody's way.

  5. Input invalid. Inputs unclear. Please clarify.

  6. Apologies Osort. My brother's statements were directed at me, rather than meant as input for you.