The olden days of the Internet were a quirky place. Back then, the technology to sell things online barely existed, and corporations had no clue how to make a buck. Most of the world wrote cyberspace off as a fad — a place where chess nerds and maths geeks typed arcane hieroglyphics into the void.
It didn’t matter how niche your interest was — Soviet-era button batteries, CRT phosphor decay trails, hand-built MIDI drum triggers. The Internet was vast, and so was the freedom to share. You could let your freak flag fly and find your tribe.
The ISRU summer camp has tapped into that same spirit. Scroll through the leaderboard or the highlights tab and you’ll see it — a glorious spectacle of invention and individuality. Sculptures, drawings, rituals — all of it stitched together with love and personality.
I don’t envy the studio one bit. When camp wraps, how do you even begin to celebrate what’s been created along the way?
Previously: TGIM 56 - Proof-of-Humanity in the Age of Bots
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