pedro@ai-loopback

The first time a computer meant anything to me was Prince of Persia. Not the game really, the opening: a door drops, the Prince falls through it, lands, kneels, stands back up, all of it on a monochrome green phosphor screen. I had no idea what a CPU was. I just knew that screen had done something to me.

Not long after, the sound. Our PC dialing into a BBS, that screech and hiss and handshake that I'd only later learn had a name, and back then just meant something was about to happen. That sound is still the actual soundtrack of my teenage years, in my head.

And then L.O.R.D., Legend of the Red Dragon. Text only, no graphics, no sound beyond what your own head supplied, a precursor to what would become MUDs. I spent more hours than I'd admit fighting forest encounters and flirting badly in the tavern, one line of text at a time.

That's roughly where this comes from. A newsletter and a small corner of the web about the internet I grew up with, and the homelab, Linux boxes, and self-hosted AI I run now because some part of me never stopped wanting to own the wires.