Conversation

the year is 3226 and elon musk has done it. he has seen into the simulation, found its code, and now sits aghast at the screen. semicolons and whitespace appear intermittently, seemingly without reason. he recognizes this. he remembers it in the vestiges of his mammalian remains.

brendan eich steps from the shadows. “yes elon. it is javascript. it has always been javascript”