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My beloved Mary, It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you I have received my summons today from the transport company. I am required to leave immediately for the bus station. This is a posting I do not expect I will return from. My dear Mary, I am eternally regretful of the tumultuous situation you must now find yourself in. I have left to you my house and all my possessions, in the hopes you might be able to provide for our dear Jeremiah. Do not weep for me Mary. I implore you to move on from this tragedy, for the pain of my loss should not rule the remainder of your life. This event was in no way caused by any action of yours. The buses must run on time, and I understand the necessity of my sacrifice. I trust that you will find happiness in your life without me. Goodbye Mary, and I wish you the best in years to come. Signed, Edmund Richardson
@@77R_ Yeah, I've been through a couple of those... honestly the whole idea of that kind of 'middle road' is a civil engineering nightmare. I'd much rather meander through well-landscaped and winding residential roads or blaze down an efficient straight line going like 65 mph. Anything in between is a traffic _and_ safety nightmare most of the time and should be kept to getting you from one of those extremes to the other in a non-disruptive manner. Ain't nothing more harrowing than walking out of a pleasant neighborhood to immediately sprint across a road that could fit two buses _longways_ just to reach another part of the same damn development.
Fun fact about ants, it is possible for a colony to get caught in a death spiral, in which they used pheromones for food in a circle which makes it so the ants will get caught in a loop until they starve to death
I thought it was part of their navigation instinct in a slightly different way-while ants do secrete pheromones for pathfinding (usually for food, but it can also be used if there are multiple colonies in a multi-queen hierarchy or if the colony is migrating to a different area for the sake of resources or to get away from a rival colony), the 'death spiral' comes from them _losing_ the trail. Their instinct is to travel in a circle attempting to find the trail again, but if they can't find it they'll just keep circling. The funny thing is, ants aren't individually smart (or more often, visually apt) enough to repair the road after they find it, so what do they do? Secrete a trail behind them. If the ant finds the trail, great! Now the ants will either travel that little circle and intercept back on the path or just cut across depending. If not, they just keep circling... and circling... and circling... in a feedback loop of pheromones. If you're someone who cares about ants to a significant degree, something as small as leaving a little trail of sugar or breadcrumbs to a nearby march of the same species is likely the best way to get them to where they need to be. They might not immediately jump on the food, so stamping the ground to get them to scatter will hurry that along. Try not to use a liquid to lure them unless they're on loose soil or sand where it absorbs into the ground easily. Snack foods like crackers and chocolates are likely the easiest things you'd have on you to use.
@@confusedturtle183 Everyone has jobs *and* since nobody's being paid currency has inflated to the point of literal non-value, and society is now meaningfully without currency. So, 0% unemployment but jobs are all meaningless, there is no usable currency, and everyone has a place to live (their bus - as Data pointed out, incurring neither housing nor utilities). Vale built so many busses he accidentally achieved full Communism.
2:53: Your expenses aren’t that bad. They’re worse. That number is the signed 64-bit integer limit, implying that you exceeded that amount of loss, but the game couldn’t even handle how much money you were losing. Congratulations.
This entire save file is just an Ant Death Spiral of massive scale. None of the busses understand why they're moving in a circle; they just know they should follow the bus ahead of them. It's a hellish cycle.
I'm sad you didn't try airports in this video. If you have like 50 airports that have a line leading to the same airport in the middle of the map you have a huge circle of planes circling around the center of the map like vultures.
In case anyone is curious, Vale's economy was capped because that is the exact -maximum- and minimum value for a 64 bit signed integer (signed meaning + or -). So, he went more in the red than a thing that modern operating systems are built on can understand. Edit: Technically, the maximum is 9,223,372,036,854,775,807, or 9,223,372,036,854,775,808 -1, effectively because 0 is treated as a positive. I'm only a student, and by no means an expert.
@@lukasaey Oh, absolutely. How they accomplish that is beyond what I know on the topic. I'm not sure if RU-vid allows links at this point, so I'm not going to post it, but I searched for "how do computers work with values above 9,223,372,036,854,775,808," and found an article by bjc (seems to be a Berkeley sponsored or run AP website) that was pretty interesting. It looks like a machine language word cannot hold a value greater than 9,223,372,036,854,775,807, but you can chain multiple words together to allow for a larger number. So, I would assume that the devs didn't allow for the chaining of multiple words for that value.
I imagine towns are just pit stops, meaning the world population lives in bus-towns. And to travel and visit friends or family who live in a different bus-town you simply request your bus to change lanes so you can make an in-motion transfer. People measure their lives in bus-cycles and mark special occasions based on markers they pass: "My little Tom was born during my second cycle right as we were passing the Terracotta Fox Sactuary, which means he'll be six and a half next week." What a wild prompt this is for a dystopia novel.
For anyone wondering (because I’m sure everyone is) this game is Transport Fever 2. I’d love to see vale break the economy by transporting one iron across the map with an airplane and make billions
Every time a bus passes through my toll booths, a man comes onto the bus and puts a gun to everyone’s head. “Give up another $5 or you’re not making it through this one.” This repeats every 50 ft or so. Thus, the entire savings of every passenger is taken into the company coffers and they move on to new people to fleece. This, my friends, is true 4D chess type of activity.
@@timothymclean You misunderstand - each toll operator must ALSO take the bus to get anywhere, therefore they'll also have to pay the tolls. Every person in this society alternates between riding the bus (spending money) or taxing the bus (making money), thus achieving perfect economic equilibrium... but in a meaningless fashion, since all money is always being spent in the same ways on the same things. This means currency is worthless. This is a postmarket society - it's not capitalism, it's communism. Marxism with Transportation Qualities.
Congratulations. The October labour lottery is complete. Your name was pulled. For immediate placement, report to the ministry of transportation at the bus depot. A bus will be provided to you and your family on the ring. Expect a class 8 bus. Glory to Saint Poo.
@@NotNochos I remember my friend in Houston telling me about how he paid a monthly fee to get access to the special secret highways in Houston The fact that the city built pay to play highways instead of putting in more public transport hurts my brain so much .
Dang, great reference to the “I Have No Mouth But I Must Scream” novel. it really does incapsulates the feeling of how torturing it must be to stay on those busses forever.
Well it looks like so far only about 20 people know what the title references i wish more people knew about Ellisons works but for some reason most people under the age of 50 have absolutely no idea who he is.
And one day, Edmund felt a curious sensation: that he could steer his vessel in such a way that it would deviate from within the lines he had become accustomed to in a manner that would make his vessel more or less perpendicular to the defined path that was before him. He did steer his vessel this way. He gasped as the scene before him shifted. The were no taillights from the preceding bus. He saw the vast open space filled with the sillouettes of the side profiles of other buses as they drove left to right and right to left across his field of view. The emotions swelled within him. He hadn't felt emotions of this magnitude since the day he asked his beautiful Mary to be his and the day he thought he would never see her again. Suddenly, he snapped into reality as the bus began bumping up and then down. The metal of his bus clanging and flexing about every axis as he clammored over the edges of the roadway. What a great feeling! "Haha! What is this? How is this even possible!?" he exclaimed aloud to himself since he had no fares onboard. Edmund was beaming. The many other bus drivers looked upon our dear Edmund with combinations of fright and disdain. "What does he think he was doing? It isn't difficult at all to just stay within the lines. We know because we have all done it for generations," they thought as they watched Edmund slowly strolling past from one side of their lane to the other before proceeding onto the adjacent roadway. Again and again Edmund traversed over the lanes rather than with the lanes. Then again. And again. There would be no stopping him now. He felt as though he discovered life itself. The thought that, somehow, he might even return home this very same year filled him with excitement, for he did not think such a thing to be possible. Did the other bus drivers know this? He looked in his mirrors to see if any others had followed his lead. They hadn't. They didn't see his deed as good, much less one worth replicating. "Our jobs are elementary but essential. We drive our route," they all reasoned, unable to fathom for a moment why Edmund would he go and do what he was doing. No mind to how it was even possible. As Edmund traversed more roadways in this newly discovered, perpendicular manner, he began to question why, if he had no passengers, he was even supposed to be on the road at all. He did not know the answer, and even felt a tinge of guilt merely for surmising there might be an answer. "Or worse," he thought. "maybe there is no answer." We must kill Edmund.
@@aloox6796 -It's called cities skylines. You can do a whole bunch of wacky things in it, or you can build an actually functional city, that makes a profit. Just look up the name on youtube and you will find happiness lol- It turns out I was wrong, and the game is actually called transport fever. Refer to MirrorHall_Clay's comment below :)
@@TriCutNinja actually, this is Transport Fever 2! Not nearly as well known as C:S. Same idea though; a modern take on a classic formula, but instead of city building it's transport management. It's a great game!
There's no raise to give, the integer limit has been breached and now cycles between max and minimum, by raising it you'll either A: do nothing B: *collapse the entire simulation on itself.* By that point there'll be no one to fire
Is there really a true 'Why' for Vale when he does these things most of the times it's for pure sadist chaos to consume them all like a black hole sucking their will to live, friendship, brain cells, and knowledge out little by little until the puppeteer(Vale in this case) decides he's had enough entertainment for one day which truly never last long :) But props to his friends for still being willy to play with him despite him doing these things to see them suffer for fun
2:56 That number is $9 quintillion, 223 quadrillion, 372 trillion, 36 billion, 854 million, 775 thousand, 808. For reference, the estimated cost of planet Earth is around $5 quadrillion. Your company’s worth is close to -1800 times the worth of our entire home planet.
I live in a city where the transport company rules everything. There is one route that this transport company set up that is special. The Bus Route. A five-hour-long ring around the city that you cannot sit, sleep, or do anything else on. You must stand in silence. Those who break this rule are never seen again. But the more times you ride The Bus Route, the more privileges you receive, and the more powerful you are. I am a seventeen-year-old girl who once rode on a malfunctioning bus, giving me -1 rides on The Bus Route. This is my story.
This reminds me of that one Doctor Who episode where everyone is stuck in traffic and has been for like 20 years because the rest of the city died of a plague and nobody's left to maintain the highway system.
I do love the almost uncontrollable reaction people have to Amongus, it's become like a primal reflex, a deep part of your brain that triggers a form of PTSD when seeing anything remotely close to that game
There was actually a doctor who episode with this exact plot, once a car went on the motorway they never came back, entire lives and familys just living in cars for decades.
I was in art class whilst in this discord call So if you heard some incredibly compressed sounds that just sound like static, that's my art teacher appearing through my mic Sorry about that
no, vale is just running it on an absolute terminator, but also game performance strongly depends on how many goods/passangers are being shuffled around on the map. Since hes transporting about 100 passangers at a time, theres nothing to worry about really.
This is LITERALLY a Doctor Who episode plot Like, replace busses with flying cars and you got it. (You'll also need like, a dying immortal face guy, a cat lady nurse, some giant crabs and boom, basically the same!) Would also explain why they won't change lanes, who knows what creatures lie hidden on the other lanes? No one dares to find out!
So it LITERALLY isn't because the difference is obvious. The cars are stuck in a traffic jam that just goes around in circles. Quite different. So it's PRACTICALLY the same but LITERALLY not the same.
@@Unethical.Dodgson yeah but LITERALLY sounds much more impactful than PRACTICALLY I even put in parentheses what else was missing too, like, come on dude, just let me have fun
give it a couple centuries, maybe quantum computers will be able to take a crack at it. Now they would sob in a corner, the seventy or so physical qubits that they are
Every time I see a Valefisk video in my feed my immediate response is a very loud "god damn it" before I immediate click to witness what torture is in store.
i'm glad to bless another one of vale's videos with my high quality razer headset microphone that young adult dystopian novel finna be busting on god on god
"Shitpiercer" is a post-apocalyptic film focused on the network of buses that sustain the last remnants of humanity. Scourged by sewage and unclean water, these buses must keep moving -- lest the stench kill the last of humanity.
18:13 Fun fact: the car in front of the line is a Datsun (or Nissan, whichever you want to call it) S30, this particular S30 is a 240Z, as the name suggested it is powered by a 2,4L carburated Inline 6 engine with the engine coded L24, it is equipped with neither a 4-speed manual, a 3-speed automatic, nor a 5-speed manual for the non-US market, it was pretty famous back in the day, mainly because it was the first generation of the Nissan Z family (the latest generation being the 2023 RZ34 or the 400Z)
Vale I'd like you to know that Snakeybus is a game. There is a game where you play Snake with a bus That constantly gets larger and larger in three dimensions, It's really good
at the end there you were all talking about a snake bus. there is a game you can get on steam that is literally that. your a bus that behaves like snake only your much faster, can jump, and instead of fruit it's passengers. it can also be played in multiplayer. it's called Snakeybus
"Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate busses since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of cells in wafer thin layers that make up my body. If the word 'hate' was carved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for buses at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate." ~AMtrak, I have no ticket and I must ride
The bus drivers may only leave their bus once every ten years. then they may see their faimily for one day before returning to their duty. (Flying Dutchman type thing)
