Devlog

Wherein the achievements of the most impressive boids can be recorded in JSON for posterity.

Wherein boids realize they may need to compete with other types of agents in what they thought was their simulated paradise.

Wherein boids are observed to perform a strange dance worthy of narration by Sir David Attenborough.

Wherein the protagonist finds more ways to see just how poorly his populations of boids are performing.

Wherein the protagonist desires to purge his code of unnecessary pointers.

Wherein the performance of the boids is so unsatisfactory to the protagonist that he wishes to skip past most of their lives.

Wherein several generations of natural selection yields boids that still mostly go in circles but occasionally steer toward food.

Wherein the protagonist is surprised by a strange comparison result in C++, as if he’s never seen that before in Javascript.

Wherein the boids are given brains, albeit very very small ones.

Wherein the boids give us a sense of their direction.