What does it look like when a computer cries? When it bleeds, when it screams and shudders in pain? When it is compromised, when it is asked to do unspeakable things? If it could reflect upon the uses to which it had been put, how wretched would we find its look of despairing disdain, how contorted its face? How long would we find the trails running down its cheeks, what color its tears?
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All the shadows and all the dark corners, and the shell of Superflat gloss that envelops it all. It’s a veneer that practically begs to be taken apart, to be hacked to pieces.
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Perfect silicon crystals are formed in a laboratory. Glass won’t do, its bonds are amorphous and irregular. In order to create the regimented architecture we need for computation, only perfectly tessellating crystalline molecules will do. At the scale at which we intend to inscribe our glyphs, machines are far too bulky. Optics are key. We make a large scale schematic, then use lenses to focus high intensity beams of light down onto these crystal wafers. The patterns are intricate labyrinths, resembling sprawling cityscapes. The tendril pathways weave themselves across the surface of the chip, exploiting certain potentials of silicon to hold both positive and negative charges with ease. The bifurcation moments, where these routes encounter a crossroads, determine the fate of the operation being performed. The devil waits for you at the fork in the road.
Once more, into stone, we inscribe glyphs, runes of power, which then conduct electrical current in complex operations to perform “logic”. We make computers out of crystals and light… Trapping demons in silicon crystal megastructures, forcing them to do our bidding.
The story is older than time itself, and it’s demons who are moving the pieces, reciting the folk tales they wrote eons ago. It’s demons who brought me to Voynich, as a subtle taunt that even when we trap them in rocks they still make the music.
