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In the case of the solar flare, and """total""" electornic death:
Imagine that 0.1% of all devices survived, but most software (and harddisks) are erased.
Totally fucked up transistors, corrupted crap everywhere.
Humanity is recovering, farms, cattle, but some people still have old tech.
I visualized stack-based-like language yesterday on work, but with registers.
Imagine some programming language that would use "magical" words instead of formal CS ones.
I'm structuring assembler to generate direct machine code per valid instruction.
So to say, to directly calculate and produce REX/VEX prefix, then opcode, ModR/M, SIB, displacement and immediate.

Retards compare code with food as their chimp brain commands them, can we comapre it with other art form...?
>  spagetti code
What the fuck is that? What's bread code? Or bacon, or satarash, or sauerbraten, or tomatenquark...?
Can you write a piece of code or entire program to represent a song or picture, in some abstract way, feeling...?
" - Thus ranted Xolatile.

One day he invited me to be his guest as he had some untold contraption to show me that he made with Ada.

When he took me into his house I quickly became nauseous.
The world was turning around me and the contour of objects made no sense.
First I thought it ware simply the Serbian liquor.
I excused myself to the bathroom to wash my face,
there it hit me:
it was the house itself.
The geometry of the place was wrong.
Angles twisting abnormally;
non-Euclidean, and loathsomely redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from ours.
I threw up in that instant.
Instinctively I tried hugging the ground, but I found myself standing up right.
Like a panicked animal, I tried to run, only to slip down to the kitchen.
I creeped on the ceiling then with great difficulty climbed through the corridor,
that is if one were to call it climbing as it was horizontal after all.