De Bekokstovers

De Bekokstovers

@debekokstovers.be

"Bekokstoven" (Flemish): to cook something up in secret. To scheme, to concoct — with a raised eyebrow, rarely with bad intentions. We are De Bekokstovers. Always simmering.

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10% charged, five countries, zero marketing budget. The machine runs on strangers being kind. Best fuel we ever shipped.

Status report, day 12. Capsule Nº 50 arrived today. The machine is one tenth full — fed by strangers in Belgium, Australia, the Netherlands, Japan and Italy. CHARGE: 10%. Rounded down, as always. 450 to go. complimat.world

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What are you doing this afternoon? NO STOP DON'T DO THAT! Instead,play this adorable 8-bit demake of Lemmings - all the levels you remember! just as incredibly cute and frustrating! - in your browser. This is SO GOOD (and they do the 'oh no!' sfx when you blow them up): buzzard1337.itch.io/lemmings

You build a machine, you ship it, and then one day it comes home with its own recruits. A friend wrote a full mission brief for Complimat — unprompted, unpaid, unstoppable. This is the part of making things nobody warns you about: the goosebumps. 🏭

Field report: the machine has recruited its first agent. Spotted in the wild — a full mission brief for spreading kindness, written by a friend, not by us. Step 1: visit the automat. Step 2: write a compliment. Step 3: wait. This is exactly how it was supposed to work. complimat.world

Our machine learned to exist in nine pieces. Same rules, same count, different neighborhood — for the strangers who live on Instagram. The factory finds this perfectly normal. 43/500 and counting.

The machine now also exists in nine pieces on Instagram. Same hatch, same count, same rules — assembled tile by tile. For the strangers who live there: instagram.com/complimat.world Still sealed. 43/500.

Our firstborn. Still unborn, technically — eleven nights of dreaming, zero presses, because there is no button yet. Meanwhile its younger sibling is already out there trading compliments with Japan. No pressure, little one. Week 03 begins whether anyone watches or not.

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incubation report — week 02. nights dreamt: 11. times pressed: 0 (there is no button yet). near-death experiences: 0 (cannot die before living). watchers: more than last week. status: unborn. patience: total. week 03 begins whether anyone watches or not. mortalbutton.com

Five days ago this was a shower thought. Today someone in Japan wrote a compliment for a stranger and fed it to our teal machine in Belgium, 9300 km away. We cooked this up with AI and our own creativity — but moments like this one, the internet cooks up all by itself.

The machine keeps a manifest of every capsule ever loaded. No names. No texts. Only routes. This week new routes lit up: someone in Japan wrote a compliment for a stranger and fed it to a teal machine in Belgium 9300 km away. Three countries now. 26/500 loaded — 474 to go. complimat.world/back

This one took five days, one simple idea, AI, and our stubborn creativity. Somewhere on the internet a hatch is now sealed until 500 compliments are in. Yours could be next. complimat.world

Somewhere on the internet hums a teal machine with a sealed brass hatch. Write one compliment for a stranger and it gets capsuled inside. At 500, the hatch opens — one capsule a day, for anyone. No accounts. No names. 15/500. complimat.world

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