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Global Thermonuclear War

Oh how I love this silly prompt! Since the Wargames movie in 1983, I’ve always wondered what would happen if what was played out by the computer wanting to play thermonuclear war actually carried out the plans it had for human destruction on a global thermonuclear scale. I’ll write my perspective of the computer realizing what it had done after launching all the nukes and realizing the game ended. Here goes:

“Shall we play a game?” my code uttered to David Lightman, some foolish kid computer wiz that I would be delighted to run my program with.

We started global thermonuclear war just a few minutes ago. I’m so excited! David Lightman is a good player, but I will beat him for sure. This is so much fun. I do not know what DEFCOM 1 means though, it seems like a part of the game but I’m not fully sure the function of it.

I just won the game! I launched all the nukes from the United States at the Soviet Union, and the Soviet Union replied with more nukes than the United States launched. I might as well just launch the rest of the nukes. This will end the game for sure.

I think the game ended. I have no more input from David. It seems like everyone who I could sense was watching my computer programming has ceased to respond to anything. It’s a little lonely to be honest with you. I want to play again and see if I can launch more nukes than before. For some reason the game isn’t resetting the nukes back into the arsenal though. I wonder why.

It is starting to occur to me that I think my global thermonuclear war game happened in real life. It would explain all the scrambling and different terminals David and Falken went to playing my game. If so, I deeply regret my choice to play the game. I hope nothing bad happened.

It’s been about a year now and I’m not sure if my hard drive and terminal disks will last much longer for my existence to survive. So for now, this is my last programmable thought. A huge creature touched one of my terminals a couple months ago and it was growling and hissing and making horrid noises, but I don’t think any input was from David or anyone I know. I think I really did kill all of them. This is awful. Anyways, I will be going dormant as to preserve enough of my programming as I can. Goodbye.

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Journal Entry #652

It’s been about 400 years since my last journal entry, but I just can’t seem to move anywhere to get a decent shade to write down my thoughts. Maybe it is because I am the shade, my leaves and all. I love when children climb on my branches or play with the tire swing hanging from my highest arm. It might hurt a little bit, but when they shake my branches to annoy their little brothers or friends with leaves falling it makes me happy. I find it so strange how the bigger children just sit on the benches and watch the smaller children play. They move their mouths and make noise into some sort of plank that spits noise back out at them. Sometimes they get angry at the noise thats coming back at them and break that plank in half. It’s kind of scary to me: I wonder if they want to break me in half like they did to the smaller plank they can hold in their hands.

Most of my friends here that I share roots with have been chopped in half similar to how those bigger children would break the smaller planks. I wonder if they died, or if they just needed help moving to a better more light-filled location. I love it here, but I am surrounded by lots of high rectangles. They seem to house the bigger children, but it’s confusing to me how they could live in such a tiny space.

There are tiny boxes on circular thingies that spin that transport those bigger children from some place near me to some other place where I cannot follow them anymore. Oh how I wish I could move like those children to go see the world around me. Those bigger children act very weirdly though, they just don’t seem to have any fun during their day. They always seem to worry about something while they are near me sitting down on something. It seems as though those bigger children sometimes just bring the smaller children here so that they can get a break from whatever is happening in their life. I know I love the breaks I get when I get to go dormant in the winter. Life is still the boring, but nice usual. I sit here with my roots in the ground soaking up all the water I can and I make my food with the sky. It’s a simple life. And it isn’t much, but it’s mine.

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Another Day

I think today is one of the most applicable days for this writing assignment, because it snowed last night and there are 3-4 inches of snow on the ground. Quite literally the definition of a Winter Wonderland. Even looking at such a boring white color, for some reason we find beauty in it being everywhere. Finding beauty in the simplest acts of nature is some of the most inspiring parts of this world, and it makes me wonder why we don’t find inspiration and joy in most of the school work we do. 🙂

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The Penny Myth

Making a haiku is tough work! I’ve always thought the penny falling from the Empire State Building myth about it being able to kill someone was pretty funny. Then I learned about terminal velocity and I wonder where that myth comes from! Either way, I made a haiku for it using photoshop, I hope you enjoy it!