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The ultimate CAPTCHA for hardcore Linux enthusiasts. Instead of identifying traffic lights or crosswalks, you're tasked with selecting SoCs that can boot mainline Linux. Even veteran kernel developers would break into a cold sweat facing this one. It's basically saying "prove you're not just a Linux user, but a Linux masochist." The real authentication isn't the chips you select—it's the existential crisis you experience while staring at obscure silicon and questioning your life choices.

Nothing says "responsible parenting" quite like abandoning your child with a mainframe computer from the 1970s and a COBOL manual! This is basically the programming equivalent of leaving your kid with dinosaurs as babysitters. That poor child is about to learn that semicolons aren't just for English class and that punch cards were the original "swipe right." The ultimate character-building exercise: debug COBOL or no dinner tonight! Honestly, this might explain why so many banking systems still run on ancient code - those traumatized children grew up and refused to ever touch the code again.

Some developer just installed Arch Linux on a vape. Because why enjoy nicotine when you can enjoy kernel panic attacks instead? The screen proudly displays neofetch with that iconic ASCII Arch logo made of characters, complete with system specs. 728MB of RAM - perfect for running exactly one terminal instance before it crashes. Next up: getting Doom to run on it, because that's the true benchmark of unnecessary computing.

The evolution of gamer expectations is brutal. In 1997, blocky polygons had us gasping in awe like we'd seen the face of God. By 2013, we're complaining about "pixelated" graphics that would've melted our 90s brains. Fast forward to 2020, and we're cursing our $2000 rigs for struggling with photorealistic landscapes that NASA couldn't have rendered 10 years ago. It's the tech equivalent of kids today not understanding why we were excited about 56k modems. "What do you mean you had to WAIT for images to load? Like, more than 0.001 seconds?" Meanwhile, developers are in the corner having nervous breakdowns trying to render individual pores on NPCs that players will rocket-launch into oblivion anyway.

Anyone who's ever downloaded Unreal Engine knows the pain. You think you're getting a game engine, but what you're actually getting is a 100GB monstrosity that consumes your hard drive like a hungry beast. Epic's flagship product ships with every sample, demo, and texture known to mankind by default. Your options are: wait 3 hours for it to download or just buy a new SSD. Tim Sweeney (Epic's CEO) probably thinks storage space grows on trees.

The noble aspirations of AI research versus the grim reality of where computational power actually goes. On the left, we have AI detecting breast cancer 5 years before it develops—potentially saving countless lives. On the right, some poor GPU is being absolutely tortured to render a cow at 15 FPS in what appears to be the world's jankiest video game, complete with a rage-filled gamer screaming about "fake frames." It's the perfect encapsulation of humanity's priorities: we build supercomputers that could solve humanity's greatest challenges, then immediately use them to make slightly better cow animations. The bottom corner showing all those graphics settings (RTX, DLSS, etc.) is just the chef's kiss of overkill for whatever that monstrosity is supposed to be.