Darllen yr erthygl hwn >> Backroom Boys by Francis Spufford | Books | The Guardian << sydd yn extract o’r llyfr am hanes datblygu’r clasur o gêm cyfrifiadur Elite (1984), a dod ar draws y paragraff diddorol yma:
One thing you couldn’t do was cooperate with anyone. All the other apparent actors in the game universe were ingenious mathematical routines in paper-thin disguise. You were on your own with your enemies and the market prices. In this, of course, the game was beautifully in sync with the times. Margaret Thatcher had recently declared that there was no such thing as society; in the game universe, that was literally true. Bell and Braben were creating a cosmos of pure competition. It was a kind of reflection, not of the reality of 1980s Britain, but of the defiant thought in the heads of those who were benefiting from Thatcherism, who wanted to believe that behaviour not much more complex than the choices you got in the game was enough to satisfy the country’s needs. Bell and Braben got a lot of the inspiration for the game’s universe from the “libertarian” American sci-fi they were reading, but at that time they also shared a broadly Conservative outlook. If Thatcher represented clear ideas with hard edges, they were on her side. Soon after they signed up with Acornsoft, she won the 1983 election.
Waw. Côd a gwleidyddiaeth yn codi ei ben eto. Ma’r defnydd o maths ar gyfer torri ffiniau gallu’r processor yn syfrdanol hefyd (a’n atgoffa fi pam o’n i’n raglennwr Turbo Pascal chydig yn hoples, a pham nad yw côd ar ei ffurf buraf yn addas i bawb).
Ond mae’n werth gosod y postscript ochr-yn-ochr hefyd:
Postscript: David Braben used the rewards of Elite to build himself a career in the games industry. He is a businessman with a development company of his own, just outside Cambridge. He worries about the euro and hopes to create games still bigger than Elite. At the moment, he’s working on a Wallace & Gromit game. Ian Bell lives quietly in the countryside with his girlfriend, a vet. He used the rewards of Elite to study aikido and get into the rave scene. He breeds pedigree Burmese cats and worries about American imperialism and developing-world debt. He does a little exploratory coding now and again, but he doesn’t play modern computer games: too obvious, too violent. He doesn’t read fiction much, either. Like the intelligent horses at the end of Gulliver’s Travels, he thinks it only says “the thing which is not”. He doesn’t much like the world he helped to create.
Felly aeth un at ddiwylliant rave a bywyd yn ymwrthod ag ideoleg yr 80au a’r llall i fyw y freuddwyd Thatcheraidd. Diddorol de.