In most languages, the Colored Pencils boss in Paper Mario: The Origami King has a somewhat lengthy name he introduces himself with. In the English version, it is "Jean-Pierre Colored Pencils the 12th".
The French translation, however, goes one step beyond the other versions and gives him an absurdly lengthy name that also forms an acronym if the individual names are taken as initials. The name is "Côme Raoul Aimé Yves Oscar Nicolas Siméon de Couleur", where the first seven names spell out "C. R. A. Y. O. N. S. de Couleur", French for "colored pencils".
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That they were forward-thinking enough to include functionality for it to even do this... this is probably the single greatest feat of computer science I have ever heard of. Like, I'm going to get out of this chair and go tell my family about this immediately, it's that cool.
Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1
The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.
So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.
So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.
Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.
And the probe is working again.
From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.
You know what, fuck it, I don't *want* some frivolous, artisanal, lighter-than-air computer with no customizability, no upgradeability, no reparability, no ports, and a lifetime of *maybe* 3 years if you're lucky. I want a fucking great BEAST of a computer that's designed to last a minimum of 50 years, with ports up the wazoo and optional drives for every kind of media! I want modular components that you can drop in a bog for a year, dry them off, and have them still work fine! I want them to make a noise like "ker-chunk!" when you slide them into place! I want a switch that you pull to turn it on! And I don't want software that constantly forces you to get a pointless, cosmetic "upgrade" every few months either! I want durability! I want longevity! I want satisfying haptics! I want Silicon Valley to go fuck itself!
Some type of mimic? Perhaps a mimic trying to resemble a human - there's a reason most mimics look like inanimate objects instead. The way the face contorts beyond what a human face can naturally accomplish, the level of control it has over muscles that do not exist in normal facial features. One eye is open far too wide. The other scrunches down independently of it - a feat that the Court Jester even finds difficult to do. The jaw flicks about like a snake's tongue, while the lips spread and contract themselves with unsettling rapidness.
Conversely, the muscles it doesn't have, don't make themselves so obvious at a glance, but prove to be the ones essential for mimicking human speech. It is unclear if the tongue is just shaped incorrectly, or not present at all. If the face wasn't enough of a giveaway, listening to the creature "talk" makes it yet more obvious. The words it speaks are not the sort that would appear in linguistic tomes; they wouldn't be understood at your average town square or pub. The younger children make sport of repeating what they've heard (from a distance), but even in so doing, can't perfectly recreate their utter offness.
But what's most disturbing is that the creature is not even trying to be a complete human. At best, a human head, but nearly always, a human head sticking out of an outhouse. Or a crescent-moon-shaped hole in the ground. Or a chamber pot. Or the wooden seat of a garderobe. The uncanny face is one thing. The smell... very much another.