so i was wondering where rey learned to understand binary (the language of astromech droids) because she’s a lone scavenger living on a desert planet and i was thinking that maybe sometime in the course of her star destroyer spelunking adventures, let’s say she’s 14 years old; she finds part of an astromech droid that’s still functioning just enough to talk. so she decides not to trade it to unkar plutt for portions and takes it home instead, cleans it up. hooks it up to an old comm screen so she can see what it’s saying while she’s still learning all its beeps and whistles. and then at the end of a long day, when she gets home, she scrubs the sand off her face, pours the sand out of her boots, and just sits and talks to her barely-functioning astromech droid, whose knowledge is thirty years old: coruscant, the seat of the empire (what empire?) updates on the construction of the death star. bounty notices for han solo, smuggler. the imperial senate, disbanded (but what about the new senate?)
the hot, dry air of jakku, making mirages of old memories just outside the shell of her AT-AT. the desert so quiet that you can hear sand sliding down the dunes, in soft silky layers. rey, scraping crumbs off her plate with her fingertips, pressing her droid with more questions. what’s naboo? what’s a forest? how big is a forest? what’s a tree? how many trees are there? (no one else tells her about these things. no one else talks to her.) the droids go everywhere, she realizes. they see everything and keep everything, scavengers of memory and information, of events and people and ideas. she learns binary until she gets good enough to detach the comm screen and just listen; during the day she quietly practices binary to herself, whistling each beep and tone as she hikes the dunes to the star destroyers, her calves aching. when she gets home, the droid greets her with a happy beep. for a few months, it feels nice, strange, hopeful. it feels odd to have someone waiting for her. refreshing, almost.
and then one day rey comes home and the astromech droid doesn’t beep, no whistle of greeting. the light in its glassy round eye is dark. the fuel cells are dead. her heart sinks. she searches the star destroyer endlessly for another working fuel cell, tries to trade for them at niima outpost, but to no avail: the model is too old, and any fuel cells that could work are all being used for other things. that night she wears her x-wing helmet and sniffs, watching the stars, wrestling with hope and despair in equal measure; in the morning she drags the droid to unkar plutt and trades its parts for twelve portions. the first portion is bitter and tasteless, more so than usual, but it’s alright, rey thinks. her friend even fed her.
and now she talks to all the astromech droids that pass through niima outpost. they don’t mind talking to her. they’re happy to tell her how hyperdrives work, what a compressor does, how to fix an acceleration compensator. and every time she hopes that maybe, the droid will end up on a distant planet somewhere else, and it’ll mention a girl on jakku, a girl who polished its casing and oiled its hinges, a girl who’s been waiting for a long time, and someone will look up with a twinge of recognition and realizeit’s time to go back. it’s time for her to come home… it never happens. but rey tries anyway, because the droids go everywhere, see everything, meet everyone… so she stays, and waits.
I have never witnessed something in my entire life that kept me so interested within a roller coaster of socio-economic company history and tax evasion schemes that really boiled down to the greatest personal conclusion of this man’s day.
No holy shit this is the greatest video ever seen in existence
The more he went on the more intriguing he became. And then by the end, I realized it really was the best video ever made.
i am the best poster on this terrible website
i will always reblog grillquest
he knows too much, someone’s gonna take him out
dont say that. i pray to god each and every day that my sausage knowledge does not require neutralization
Basically, what the internet was like for roughly my first ten years on it was pretty much how people now view the worse extremes of places like 8chan or redpill, only that was everywhere, all the time, and any dissenting opinion on it was like a death wish.
Everyone either rattled off racial slurs and ridiculed people with disabilities or they had to keep their mouths shut, because showing anything remotely resembling sensitivity to a subject made you an instant target, and consensus was you should have known better because “it’s the internet.”
You got flooded with holocaust jokes? “It’s the internet!” You got sent dick pics after showing a photo of yourself? “It’s the internet!”
To be caught “taking anything seriously” was like a thought-crime. You couldn’t go against the cult of TeH ePiC L0LZ or the hive mind would mark you for execution. It was weird as shit.
This only really started to collapse after about 2005, so if you’re still in your teens you’re not that likely to remember how extreme it was. Maybe you think you do, but trust me, it was the unbreakable status quo wherever you turned. The cultural landscape of the internet now is almost unrecognizable.
remember when “moralf*g” was a really common insult? it was so horrible/bizarre, like what kind of awful abomination of sociology has to occur for there to be an environment where the very concept of having any kind of moral compass at all is viciously condemned
I’d even say it only truly broke later, with the introduction of social media sites like Facebook but even then I’d consider the boxxy incident to really be the moment when 4chan machismo stopped being the hegemonic ideology for large segments of the internet
“YOUR BEING NICE TO SOMEONE? YOURE CALLING ME OUT FOR BEING A BULLY? STOP BEING SUCH A WHITE KNIGHT”
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what kind of awful abomination of sociology has to occur for there to be an environment where the very concept of having any kind of moral compass at all is viciously condemned
I still think it’s supremely ironic that this website gets made out to be a complete hugbox/echo chamber and a safe space. Partially because it isn’t remotely true but more so because the sites that most strongly claim it is so are some of the most insular on the web. I’m not saying this place is perfect, far from it, but try posting some dissenting opinion on one of those and see how long it takes for people to start shitting on you. Maybe it’s not the hegemonic ideology anymore, from what I’ve seen it’s still immensely prevalent but that might be because many of my interests overlap with those of the scum that is the very embodiment of this shit. You know, the ultra-cynical, completely detached straight white guy with hardline libertarian/objectivist leanings (if not actually fucking borderline fascist).
Basically nothing makes me laugh more than some shitstain like that whining about safe spaces and whatnot when their entire life is one and they expect to be catered to at all times and will attempt to crush any dissenter by whatever means available.
Seriously though, fuck that time, fuck that attitude, and fuck everyone subscribing to that kind of shit. I’m so fucking glad that their ultraviolent bullshit is finally getting less and less dominant.
It was so expected for you to conform to this way of thinking, too; if you started using the internet before you were even in the double digits age range like I did it can really mess with the way you form opinions and what you believe to be right and wrong. It’s a truly disgusting type of poison that makes you think racism and misogyny and transphobia and ableism are just the way the world works and anyone that gets up upset about anything is just trying too hard to be upset.
There are so many different comment threads branching off this post now that are worth reading, especially for anyone who wasn’t around for this era…though almost all of them share the same basic points: that it was indeed as extreme as I remember it and has changed for the better, even if it’s far from perfect yet.
Like there’s people who believe we currently suffer some rampant epidemic of ultra-liberal thinkers ganging up and destroying anyone who says something “un-PC,” but back in the day it was both the polar opposite AND more vicious.
Back then it was so, so much more common for whole little gross communities to go on “raids” and mass bullying campaigns with the sole intention of generating “comedy,” they were proud of themselves if they got someone to self harm or worse, and they’d get away with it often scot-free.
the fact that Tumblr’s userbase is largely comprised of jaded, cynical, broke-ass 16-25 year olds who hate capitalism, use adblocking software and are as such incredibly resistant to targeted marketing
Yahoo’s desperate, pitiful attempts to monetise the site in spite of this
the massive, massive losses they’re incurring as a result
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
