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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.

Wherein the protagonist finds a way to avoid including multithreading in his project.

Wherein the protagonist gives up on his dreams to become both a post man and a post office and repudiates any claims that it was is dream in the first place.