The first time you walk towards this car, it’s like fucking ugly, hate this car. But when you enter the car it’s love. It has to smell decently like hubba bubba watermelon gum though, the old ones.
The magic ends, when you exit the car and close the door. Then it’s ugly again, disgusting even.
To THE computer, wherever that was. When i learned Basic in 1986/87, the only computers i had access to, were those we used in class.
Yeah, after class, homework consisted of writing code on paper. Copilot = Basic Book
Like, for what purpose you’d have a computer at home?
Iirc Basic was the first, non-scientist friendly programming language. I saw an ad in the newspapers and signed up. We were 6 students in total and the first people ( not working in any scientific field ) in our small town, which knew how to use a computer and write the code for the beloved starfield screen saver in Basic.
Edit: having watched war games 3 years prior, when i was 13, i really felt like a spy doing secret stuff.