[ WP ] A line of code algorithmically generates every pixel color permutation of a computer monitor . What do you find in this data ?

I called it the `magical code`. J called it `The code from hell`. But, that was mostly because I asked him to review it. And help me write tests. And manage the sourcing software. I can never quite get sourcing right. It was supposed to be part of my thesis project. It was supposed to be the last bit of my thesis project, what I needed to turn my data into something beautiful enough to show on reddit. Most of my attempts had been failures. Oh, they were pretty enough, they just were n't, perfect. 
 
 So, the magical code. I started running it on Saturday, Dr Who playing in the background, and cider in my hand. I watched the corner of my screen blink away on Sunday. It was not rhythmic, or even sequential like I'd have expected. It should have gone black to red to yellow to green to blue to purple to pink to white. 
 
 Instead, sometime between the Doctor saving his companions or the companions saving the doctor and my third, or was it fourth cider, I realize what I'm seeing is not what I'd expect. 
 
 J writes the observer line, and we set the two running again. I'd like to say ones and zeros fell on my screen. Really, my computer just sounded like a happy cat ( happy enough that no one would sit by me at work ) and got hot enough to melt the stray M & M on my kitchen table. 
 
 It takes a week for the algorithm to finish. I let it run overnight, and during the day when I'm supposed to be `` working'' or `` studying'' or something. But, there are only so many times a girl can go over O ( n ) notation. 
 And then, the run finishes, and I stare at the numbers. They mean nothing. 
 
 It's J who tells me to plot it. I trie lines, and bars, and finally, an image where the black pixels are line breaks. 
 And, strangely, the pixels form an image. 
 And the image forms words. 
 We stare together at the characters on the screen. 
 `` You are good enough,'' The magical algorithm tells me in magical variation of color. 
 
 J tries running it, and then running the wrapper while he goes on vacation. He comes back to the message, `` Work hard, play hard.'' 
 
 We run it on C's computer. `` Its not too late.'' It tells her. 
 
 And, so on. Somehow, the `magical algorithm` figures out what you need to hear and tells you. Or maybe, 
 we're just looking for patterns in the falling leaves.
