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──[ 0x00 birth ]────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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When I was born, crazy stuff was happening in the hopital.
There was a whole prison escape happening one story down.
Apperantly, a mob boss escaped using the prisons hospital leave.
Like damnnn. Tarantino movie type of deal.
Plus I have a picture with our current president.
He patted my head and stuff. I dont know how to feel about that.
This happened because the hospital I was born in was built recently.
And it was I think the biggest hospital in the black sea reigon
Or my parents are lying to me. IDEK...
:: First contact with either how crazy life is or dishonesty.
──[ 0x04 age four ]─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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By age four, I was an annoying smelly baby.
Me and my parents were sitting in the living room.
Watching the telli. then a damn robot mascot appeared on TV.
It was an advertisement for a fridge
but it scared me so much like damn...
Does no one checks how creepy an advertisement is?
(The company was Arçelik, you can look it up btw).
I cried for half an hour, terrified of the cold metal monster.
:: First contact with technology: pure, unadulterated fear.
──[ 0x08 age eight ]────────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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By age eight, I was a curious small boy.
Brain fluidity through the roof.
Still annoying , still kinda smelly.
My brother brought home a solarpowered robot dinasour.
A box of raw plastic pieces, gears, and tiny wires.
And coolest of them all a solar panel.
You had to build it yourself to bring it to life.
IKEA furniture type of deal but for a small robot toy.
I followed the little manual it came with
and successfully managed to put together the robot.
First deep contact with technology: joy of creation.
──[ 0x09 age nine ]─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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By age nine, I was living the life of an exhausted working mom.
A normal school by morning, a second school by afternoon.
Weird, I know. But atleast we had a robotics club,
and I was born with a competitive streak that became toxic sometimes.
I fought my way to the tournament finals, only to watch it collapse.
A loose cable caught the spinning drive shaft,
unplugging itself right before the final clash.
Poor mechanical design? Maybe.
Or maybe it was because I fell in love for the very first time,
anddd poor mechanical design. Cant blame adolesence for everything.
:: First contact with robotics, system failure... and girls.
──[ 0x0A age ten ]──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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By age ten, I was still a curious boy.
Less smelly but more annoying.
While my grandparents left the house.
I took a screwdriver to my grandpa's dusty desktop,
gutted the machine, cleaned the fans,
and reassembled the rig I cleaned the fans.
Because if I got caught, I thought
I could just tell I was cleaning the computer
And maybe, just maybe, my grandma would be less angry.
A lot of screws was left in my hand.
I put them in a glass and hid them in my room.
I thought they were redundent.
Because the computer still worked.
Albeit a little wonky now.
:: First contact with computer hardware.
──[ 0x0B age eleven ]───────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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By age eleven, I was even less smelly and more annoying.
My family didnt wanted to buy video games,
they thought video games would influence me badly.
We were executing each other with toy guns in the local park tho.
Anyhow, I still wanted to play video games.
I wanted to play what my favorite youtuber at the time,
Markiplier played. (I learned english partly thanks to him)
so I hunted the cheap sketchy bazaars of the web for free downloads.
Instead of a game, I brought home a Chinese virus a weird,
unkillable widget parked right in the center of the desktop.
I cried to my mom, hoping she would take the computer to a fixer.
She just looked at me and said: "Fix it yourself!"
:: First contact with formatting, operating systems, and cybersecurity.
──[ 0x0D age thirteen ]─────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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By age thirteen, I learned the cost of things. Literally...
I flew to Prague for a international biology competition,
It was more like a fake competition
different schools around the world conducted. "URFODU"
I had eighty dollars for the entire trip.
I spent twenty of it on a
souvenir porcelain cup for my mother.
And then I sat on top of it.
We were waiting for our bus to come.
My friends were laying on the ground
in front of the astronomical clock.
Which was under renovation, oh bummer!
So I layed down next to them.
I broke the cup under my ass.
:: First contact with foreign cultures,
budgeting, and reckless behaviour.
──[ 0x0D.1 the lab ]────────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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That same year, back at my weird second school,
I looked for an easy way out. (No, not like THAT!)
Math had broken my brain the year before (it still does),
so I signed up for an IT elective,
expecting a vacant classroom to play video games in.
Or an easy class with long breaks,
Long breaks I could play video games in.
I just HAD to play video games in school.
Instead, I walked into an intense computer programming lab.
I remember the first time I walked into the classroom.
I wasnt intimidated or disappointed.
From the first millisecond the class peaked my interest.
It was better than video games.
It took exactly one lesson for the spark to catch.
In the break, I ran to the assistant principal's office,
begging him to swap my schedule so every open slot was programming.
I should have begged super hard because He actually agreed.
I have always been good at being annoying ngl.
I took the exact same coding modules twice over,
abusing the duplicate classes to crush every competition the teacher ran.
It was euphoric, I was the "umm, acthually" guy.
(funny anectode, at this point I though bash was a programming language
The teacher kinda laughed when I asked when we were going to learn it)
:: First contact with programming: hell yeah!!!
──[ 0x0F age fifteen ]──────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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By age fifteen, I was a very problematic kid.
I once even got 10/100 from a math test.
I was normally good at it but at that stage I just didnt cared.
My parents got called to school and all that.
But I still loved programming and was good at it.
It was the peak of silkroad I think,
Heard about it in programming forums
I wanted to visit the "darknet"
*OoOhhHoOoH Scarryy.*
:: First contact with Linux,
networking, and the Tor protocol.
──[ dispatch ]──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────//──
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The rest of the story, that looks good on paper,
foretold in the case studies section.
Even though this doesnt "actually" matter.
I wrote all of this down because it matters to me,
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