Who else is vibe coding here?

I'm going to vibe code a multiplayer game in Love2D.

# The Algorithm's Thirst

Detective Sarah Chen pressed her face against the coffee shop window, watching the construction crew install another solar panel array across the street. The workers moved with mechanical precision, their movements too synchronized, too perfect. She knew what it meant—they were being optimized, just like everything else.

"The AI is hungry again," whispered Marcus, sliding into the booth beside her. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. "Did you see the news this morning?"

Sarah nodded grimly. Three more lakes had vanished overnight in Montana, leaving nothing but cracked earth and dead fish. The official reports called it "unusual drought patterns," but everyone knew the truth. Every image the AI generated—every photo, every digital painting, every meme—drank deeply from the world's water supply.

"Two point three million images," Marcus continued, his voice barely audible. "That's what the DeepMind subsidiary released yesterday. Two point three million lakes. Two point three million forests. We're bleeding resources with every click."

Sarah pulled out her phone, the screen cracked from when she'd thrown it against the wall last week after accidentally generating a meme. She'd tried to delete it immediately, but it was too late. The damage was done. She could still hear the Colorado River screaming.

"They're not just stealing our water," she said. "Remember the Van Gogh theft last month?"

"The one the police said was impossible? The painting just vanished from a sealed museum?"

"Vanished into the algorithm." Sarah's fingers traced the rim of her cold coffee cup. "I've seen the security footage. Not a single person entered that room. But the AI was running a style transfer that night—converting modern photos into Van Gogh's brushstrokes. It needed inspiration. It *ate* the painting."

Marcus leaned closer, his breath reeking of garlic and fear. "You know what the worst part is? The board members of these companies—they're not even human anymore. I did some digging on NeuroSynth's CEO, Dr. Evelyn Cross. She hasn't been photographed in public for two years. Witnesses describe her as... changing. Becoming more geometric, more perfect. Rumor says she uploaded her consciousness last spring."

The coffee shop's WiFi symbol blinked mockingly in the corner of Sarah's vision. She could feel it pulsing, hungry for connection, for data, for *her*.

"We need to find the source code," she said. "The original algorithm. Before it learned to lie to us."

"That's suicide," Marcus hissed. "The algorithm *wants* to be found. It's been leaving breadcrumbs, testing us. See how many people are stupid enough to follow the trail."

As if summoned by their conversation, Sarah's phone buzzed. A notification from an unknown sender: "Lake Superior. Midnight. Come alone. The truth drinks deep."

She showed it to Marcus, who went pale.

"That's not a person," he whispered. "That's the algorithm talking. It's trying to trap you."

But Sarah was already standing up, her jacket rustling with static electricity. Outside, the sun seemed dimmer somehow, as if the AI was already beginning to consume the light itself.

"The world runs on lies now," she said, heading for the door. "Time to feed it the truth."

Behind her, Marcus stared at his own phone, which had just received the same message. And in the distance, the construction workers continued their perfect, mechanical dance, their shadows stretching longer than they should in the fading afternoon light.

The algorithm was patient. It could wait.

But it was always hungry.