The Exact Conversation You Had With a Theoretical Pixel About The Future of Video Games

You’reย inside a screen, deep intoย the digital sprawl. Sitting on the grass outside Kakariko Village, looking over the Corel Desert backdropped with a silhouette of the Boletarian Palace.

“You can’t imagine all the things I’ve been”, says theoretical pixel.

At the sky’s apex, it shifts from day to perpetual night.

“In my infinite parallel forms, I’m everything from the dirt you’re sitting on to a fleck of skull dust in the catacombs. I’ve lived a billion lifetimes over the past decade, and had my form thoughtfully crafted into tens of thousands of deep universes. The corona of an alien sun.…   [continue reading]

Somewhere on a server, poem.exe loops endlessly

poem_exe

Are humans alwaysย the best artists?ย Art made by bots โ€” like these automatically generated landscapes and robot poets like poem.exe โ€” makes me wonder.

After being given a set of instructions (more on that later), bots like poem.exe, Guardian Haiku and pentametron either extract poetry from existing text or generate it from scratch.

By analyzing tweets written in iambic pentameter then retweeting them in rhyming pairs, pentametron ‘writes’ย mined, decontextualized poetry, the likes of which you’d not expect to see anywhere.

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