Spectrum in the outback
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- How many computers do you have at home?
- Five.
- Have you seen it? - Asked one classmate─
nickname of another. - I told you so!
I went on about my business. I
already knew that they didn’t believe me. I already
I'm used to it. I couldn't explain to them
that one computer is a 48K "Com" board
positive", the second - RK-86, the third -
"Sura", the fourth - also "Composite",
but with a drive controller.
And that there is only one computer - us─
skinny. ZS-Scorpion 256.
They still wouldn't understand anything.
They consideredcomputers individually...
In a city whose population is the best
times did not exceed 15 thousand people
individuals, the appearance of the computer was comparable
with making an atomic bomb in the garage. Then
there is something beyond the bounds of health─
thoughts. However, this had its own
prerequisites - began to appear in the country
"Spectrums", and my father's hands were sharpened
under a soldering iron. As a result, I’m into the intricacies
mastered the command syntaxLOAD ""and taught─
pressEnter.What happens next -
everyone knows, and those who don’t know can easily know─
crumple, because it has been written and rewritten about it
many and many.
But sooner or later, everyone who immerses─
squeezed into this unimaginably interesting world
spec games, the same thought arises.
Or rather, a question. "How can you play the game yourself?
write it down?" It’s “write down”, not “write─
sat." And it is at this moment that it is born
potential game maker. Because start─
begins to look for his own kind. And he finds it.
And the first cry is heard! Now it's ba─
natural"Hello, world!", but then it could
be anything! The result of the team's work
CIRCLE 128,88,60 or simplyBORDER 0. This is
could be pressedkeyBreak Space in
loading time, and there could be a poke from─
with a screwdriver into the wobbly head of the tape recorder.
It doesn't matter how exactly it happened,
how did this lead? And it led to
that a person has realized something. But all this
would quickly die without being born, because if in
big cities have someone to look up to,
there is an influx of “new stuff” in the form of games or
some programs, then in the outback everyone was in
some "vacuum". They just stupidly used it
there is, that's all. Personally, for example, 3 (!) years
I only had a spec, a TV and a tape recorder. And one
(1) cassette, which had only 1 (!)
game Saboteur (part 1). And that was all.
Indeed, this was “everything”. All that mi─
rum, where are you. But like any phenomenon,
“everything” would have quickly collapsed if not for the semi─
development began. And a solution was found!
ZX-Review began to appear.
It was with Revue that our demo began─
structure. Those. the one who managed to draw
attributes square - there was already a demo maker.
If he did it in Art Studio, then I know─
cheat, artist.If usingPOKE 22528,255
- encoder. And what if you used the shadow monitor?
"Scorpio" is a hacker! Later came the understanding─
understanding that this is all conditional, and in general a demo-building
- hard work (for a village!). But what-
it had to be done. And it was done!First
recalculated - it turned out that for the whole year─
5 people at most will get creative─
kov, the rest are just playing "Commando"
that's all. Of these five, three are sworn enemies,
two are just businessmen. Enemies are fighting
hucksters go to St. Petersburg to buy rims and push
to both sides. At the same time, they are also
part-time hackers, because they break
gams for the purpose of adaptation. They write "dems" (by
essentially - intro). For a separate bribe (optional─
money, sometimes just for beer or
even for thank you) they can tell you "cunning
6x8" printing method Or some other hat.
Like POKE for difficult din or, for example,
beautiful screensaver (not branded, namely
self-drawn) for a popular game.
All this was boiling and seething and suddenly somehow
died... The one who hit his chest with his heel
motto"Spectrum - forever!", suddenly zai─
IBM and from a height of 8MB of RAM began to despise─
I'd rather not spit on this whole teeming 128-
kilobyte creature. The creatures creaked their teeth and
flap valves in response. And quickly
decreased in ranks (by acquiring
the same iBiem).
Suddenly everyone suddenly fell in love with each other, because
everyone has at least i286, but we don’t have spec
we score. No! This is our “youth”! And in─
In general, swearing is not good. What came first - who
remember the old, look out (and whoever forgets─
children - that's two! This part of the proverb somehow
forgot). "In general, there were ancestorsstrongly
wrong when IBM was scolded" (this is a reference to
holivar ZX vs PC in the press). And in general there is
a lot of computers. Mackintosh is manna from heaven─
Naya. And I probably didn’t praise the Amiga
just lazy...
But it crawled to the outback and got a second wind─
nie - electronic magazines. This is a revolution!
Not even everyone could understand this! Couple
Spectrophone disks were worth their weight in gold, because
only two copies in the city and I don’t copy─
there are! In the ranks of those who owned a PC, there was
split: alone, sensing extreme hunger for software
for IBM, happily returned to spec (and
then, even the press on disks!), others, on─
against, deciding that for PC-compatible com─
remember the future, faithfully ignored the pathetic
8-bit crafts were waiting in the wings. How
Time showed - we waited. There were also third ones.
They used everything available as much as possible─
steadiness, without neglecting either one or the other. Sta─
Vili spec emulators on i386 and at the same time
Beloved Scorpion was peacefully held nearby.
But there were few of them, and often due to pressure from
on both sides (ZX vs PC) they had to
take one side of the barricade...
And suddenly everything stopped. For the Spectrums,
suffering from a pathological tendency to break
(like any amateur homemade product), not
could be quickly repaired due to de─
shortage of element base. Most of all were
disk drive controllers are in demand (ver─
no, the VG93 chip) and the CPU itself
(Z80, or its Sovietanalog). But they are not
was... Even greedy hucksters would be glad to have them
bring and sell for ten times the price (and de─
rhubarb donkeys would buy it, and thank you
they said), but somehow they couldn’t find it... And he died
spec...
And the time has come for oblivion. Even terror.
Say the word "spectrum" in society ("us─
skinny computer geeks") was tantamount to
swearing. This was considered loshism and when
sign of a moron. Everyone knew what ZX was, but
admit that you have dealt with this platform
- it's like recognizing yourself as a rooster. A pariah.
A moron. Everyone wanted to seem cool─
hackers and ridiculed everything that was “not
PC"...
But suddenly it turned out from somewhere that there was
and other “big” platforms. And at the same time─
but it turned out that we all grew up... And no─
Having looked around, we took a closer look: who became who?
And it turned out that everyone’s youth was gone
under the sign of ZX, and now the majority are working─
lives in the PC field, hating his job and but─
stalking old demos...The happiest ones─
the highest are those who have preserved their old creations
under 8 bits and, viewing them under the emulsion,
remember the best years...
Iron... Some people even have it left. Nera─
more, but a symbol... It's canned
youth... Not working, irrelevant, but the most
the best part of life... Which can be increased─
dit, turning on the emulator and launching the same
demos/magazines that made the graphics work so hard─
Coy and music send goosebumps through our sleep─
us...
No need to be ashamedSpectrum. No need
be proud of him. He's just part of our life
like first words, steps, like first love...
This is a part of each of us...
P.S.:How unlucky are the romantics who have─
It happens only once in a lifetime─
a long meeting, but how lucky we are! We
we can really return to our molo─
availability. And even make your dreams come true, because
everyone wanted to “record their game”!
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