Compression is Abstraction
My brain does this weird thing sometimes. I’ll see something perfectly normal. It’ll be some stupid everyday shit, like two people on a date both staring at their phones. And then, for some reason, I won’t be able to stop thinking about it. I’ll just tell you now that the rest of this story is perfectly fucking normal. But it stuck with me.
I have a friend, Reginald. Not Reggie or Reg. He likes all the syllables. He was really into speedrunning when we were in college. Still is, I guess, but he has a kid now and that hobby is a bottomless time-pit. Anyway, the story starts when I was over at his place for a barbecue. It was mostly Angie’s friends there – Angie’s his wife – so Reginald had shown up for a few minutes at the start to shake hands, then disappeared.
I found him in his home “office”. It was really just a private room with a computer and a door that closed, which also mean it was his gaming setup these days. He was playing one of the new neural-net open world games. AI Dungeon 3D Returns: Founder’s Edition or some shit.
Have you tried these things? They’re really impressive. It’s amazing how many advances in technology have come from someone just looking at a rickety system of hacks, taking the newest one, and saying “what if it was all this one rickety hack?”.
NVIDIA has been shipping neural-net based graphics upsampling for years now, so games can render at low resolutions and have the world look amazing on 8K screens. Developers have been using neural nets for dialogue generation, enemy AI, and sometimes even procedural world generation if the map is big enough.
If you’re using a neural net to generate a map, rendering that map to a shitty 3D model, doing an even shittier rasterizing step, and then trusting another neural network to pretty the thing up and make the shadows look nice – why not just cut out the middle man?
Games aren’t one big neural net. Yet. The mechanics, the gameplay and magic system and whatnot, are still written by hand. Easier to iterate that way, and games have to actually be fun. But the NPCs, the graphics, the audio, and even some of the more complicated stuff like physics interactions are all just deep stacks of matrices multiplying their little hearts out.
But anyway. Reginald was playing this game, but he wasn’t really playing it. He had the game open on one screen, and a paused video open on the other. He was leaning forward, brow furrowed, running into a rock at a very precise angle over and over again. After a few tries, he’d back off, look at the spreadsheet again, adjust the camera, and run back at the rock. There was a little girl NPC that kept following him around while he did it, some kind of escort mission or something.
I’d seen him do this a hundred times before in college. He was trying to get a finicky glitch to work.
He was dialed in enough that I don’t think he even noticed I was there. Eventually, he got it: he clipped at the right angle or had the camera looking at the right texture or whatever. I guess this game didn’t have textures, but he booped whatever widget it had into the right configuration. The game freaked out for a second, the little girl behind him warping into an elaborate fleshy sword.
Some games look creepier than others when you make them glitch, but this one was something special. The girl-sword fell to the ground, streams of lumpy flesh rolling off of it like vapor. I made a noise, involuntarily, and Reginald looked up.
We’d known each other long enough he didn’t even say hello. “Come look at this shit!” he said instead, popping one of his earbuds out. I walked over, putting my hands on the back of his chair and watching the screen.
“You can use this rock to munge two object vectors,” he said. His character walked over and picked up the girl-sword. The flesh-vapor continued to roll off of it. Reginald winced at a sound in his earbuds that I couldn’t hear, turning down his volume. “It screams,” he said. “Dope.”
“Why the hell did they put that in the game?” I asked.
“Is it a mod?”
“No, man. It’s like–” He held up his hands, rotating them slowly as he tried to figure out how to explain it. “Imagine in, like, doom, if you managed to mash two models together. Like, a health pack and the shotgun. What’d you get?”
I shrugged. “I dunno, depends how you mash them together. Maybe a box with a gun sticking out of it. Maybe a new model with all the points at weird coordinates. Maybe the game couldn’t load it.”
“Right, right. Exactly. Because the representation of the objects is super simple, it’s just some polygons. But that’s not how this game works.”
Reginald swung the sword, in-game, and when it struck the ground, the grass began to bleed. “In this game, objects are just a big vector. Like the bottleneck layer in a GAN.”
“Like, um. You know how JPEG compression is way better for natural scenes than vector art? Because wavelets do a better job of modeling that type of data? It’s kinda like that. The huge neural net that renders the world and handles the physics is basically the mother of all fantasy-world compression algorithms. It can take a vector of numbers and decompress it into an NPC, or a sword, or a rock, or the sun, or whatever you want.”
The grass didn’t seem to want to stop bleeding. Reginald walked away from it, the game rendering bloody footprints behind him.
“I see,” I said. I didn’t really see. “So you mashed two of these vectors together with a glitch, and the game just happily decompresses it into…this?”
“Yeah, yeah, exactly. You can generate all kinds of stuff. We’re still testing combinations. I wonder what this thing does to doors? We might get a sequence break.”
“How do you get the game to mash stuff together? Like, why can it even do that?”
“I dunno, man. This guy Nascento37 figured it out. Some trick with NaNs causing an operation to abort and leave memory uninitialized. It doesn’t really matter.”
Reginald tabbed out to a text doc and started to write down what he’d done. He was clearly busy, so I clapped him on the shoulder and wandered away.
That’s the story. Yup, that’s all of it. Perfectly normal, right? I’m not sure why it sticks with me.
I have a theory though. When I was a little kid I thought magic might be real. Not in a “woo” sense, in a “these people on the Internet say that putting corn in a mason jar and doing a bunch of really specific shit can give someone you don’t like a headache” sense. I was young, I didn’t really have a good model of the world, so it sounded pretty plausible, you know?
It never worked of course. Not even once. Even confimation bias couldn’t overcome the sheer magnitude of how much it didn’t fucking work. And as I got older, I learned enough about physics to see why it was mechanistically impossible.
But the thing that I keep thinking about is just how much that glitch looked like magic. The importance of the arbitrary location in the world, the super specific set of actions that seemed disconnected from the goal, all of it. There was even a human sacrifice.
I’d always had the thought, kicking around in the back of my head, that speedruns which used code manipulation look a lot like magic. If you have ten minutes, go watch the exit code injection speedrun for Super Mario World. It looks like fucking witchcraft.
But the results when I was younger always looked like video game glitches. You’d warp to a different screen or something. In these new games, it looks like magic. Real magic.
Which doesn’t matter at all. But I can’t stop thinking about it.