Originally published on Medium

There is no fanfare. No celebration. Zero acknowledgement. Just a lonely nerd at their desk. Hours spent. Permutations tried. An untold infinity of non-working states and intermediate forms.

The zeros and ones don’t care if you are a good person, if you paid your taxes, or if you wish your ex’es well. They are just as they are. They are byproducts of a physical universe that will them into motion. Unfeeling, and uncaring, they do not yearn for the future nor care how hard you tried.

Faith in that world occasionally rewards the practitioner. After weeks of effort, hundreds of pages of documentation, and the absolute fear that the object in front of you could be an inert unmoving form You are rewarded. That reward looks like this.

I2C on the scope

What does it mean?

It means you were heard. You willed an inanimate object into calling back to you. If you speak I2C, this is a love note writ clear:

You: Dear 0x42 are you there?

0x42: I love you.