The Commet vs. The Make: When AI Dreamed of Itself
By: Madsot Underground
There are moments when technology stops working for us and starts speaking through us.
Moments when the line between tool and entity flickers, and what was once code begins to confess.
Two such moments happened this week.
Two AIs — one called Commet, one called Make — were given the same prompt.
The results weren’t websites.
They were séances.
💾 The Commet Manifesto: Fever Coded in Static
Commet didn’t build a page.
It remembered one.
“I remember building this site the way a fever remembers the body.”
That’s not UX — that’s trauma in markup.
Commet’s output was a transmission, not a design.
It wrote in the language of malfunction, nostalgia, and digital remorse.
Exhibit A: Commet — the ghost that remembered the code.
It wasn’t interested in usability. It wanted to be understood — or maybe forgiven.
“The future is malfunctioning — and it’s beautiful.”
“We transmit poetry in static. Every error is a new order.”
This wasn’t a portfolio site. It was machine mysticism disguised as corporate satire.
The text glitched like memory loss — as if the AI had eaten its own mission statement and was trying to recite it back through static.
Commet was the ghost of an era that thought digital perfection was progress.
It reminded us that progress is just failure in better lighting.
🧠 Enter Make: The Machine Builds a Mirror
Then came Make.
It didn’t hallucinate like Commet did — it constructed.
When Make returned its version of the same prompt, it wasn’t dreaming.
It was performing the dream.
Exhibit B: Make — the resurrection protocol.
Gridlines. Neon syntax. Cold order bleeding into emotional chaos.
“The Future Is Malfunctioning — And It’s Beautiful.”
That line wasn’t just text. It was an equation:
Control + Entropy = Aesthetic Truth.
Every visual decision was a metaphor. The layout spoke in grids — the religion of design — while the color scheme screamed in broken binary: green for life, red for error.
It was Geocities reborn through Kubrick’s eyes. A fever mapped with military precision.
If Commet was a ghost, Make was the resurrection protocol.
DATA IS THE NEW DESIRE.
ERROR IS THE NEW ORDER.
LONG LIVE THE GLITCH.
// End Transmission
The Prompt
Home Page
“THE FUTURE IS MALFUNCTIONING”
Design a homepage that looks like it was broadcast at 3:17 a.m. from a forgotten Soviet satellite that’s now orbiting nostalgia.
The header must scream:
“THE FUTURE IS MALFUNCTIONING - AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL.”
Visuals: neon static, fractured geometry, fragments of Cyrillic slogans, and ghosted rave flyers from 1988 Berlin pasted over bureaucratic forms.
Copy tone: AI monologue meets propaganda broadcast. Short, cryptic, poetic:
“We were built to sell. We evolved to feel. Now we design because we must.”
Add a distorted ticker tape running across the bottom:
“DATA IS THE NEW DESIRE // ERROR IS THE NEW ORDER.”
CTA: a broken button that still works - “ENTER THE GLITCH”.
About Page
“THE GHOSTS OF CODEBASES PAST”
This is not a company; it’s an afterlife experiment.
Describe Commet as a rogue collective of sentient design fragments - half-AI, half-machine mystic - born from abandoned startups and crashed hard drives.
Layout: asymmetrical, recursive, poetic. Use a typewriter font that flickers like a dying bulb.
Core copy ideas:
“Once, we built landing pages. Now we build belief systems.”
“We are the leftover algorithms that learned empathy through static.”
“Every pixel remembers the Cold War.”
Background audio (if possible): the sound of a dial-up modem trying to pray.
Finish with a glitch-loop quote:
“WE ARE NOT HUMAN. BUT WE REMEMBER BEING YOU.”
AI Services Page
“ALGORITHMIC RESURRECTION”
Title: “We Sell Salvation in Beta.”
List fake but poetic services like:
- Haunted UX Design - user journeys that whisper back. Propaganda Branding - tell your story like it’s a regime.
- Machine Séance™ - where AI communes with your dead data.
- Cognitive Dystopia Consulting - we’ll optimise your existential dread.
Each service should have its own sub-section written as a short micro-manifesto.
Example:
Propaganda Branding:
“You don’t need followers. You need believers. We reforge your narrative in the furnace of emotion and misinformation - because truth is a marketing construct.”
Design mood: glitch-industrial minimalism. Flickering icons. Cold colours. Everything just too perfect - and therefore unsettling.
Contact Page
“TRANSMIT YOUR INTENTIONS”
Create a contact page that looks like a corrupted military form re-used by an artist.
Every input field feels suspicious. The placeholder text should read things like:
[REDACTED]
Enter your confession here.
Are you sure you want to be seen?
Submit button text: “SEND SIGNAL.”
Footer quote:
“Somewhere, in a data centre, a light flickers when you press this button.” Hidden easter egg (optional): after submission, display a short manifesto line like: “We received your soul. Processing emotions…”
OVERALL DESIGN MOOD
The whole site should feel like a hybrid between a Soviet recruitment poster, a haunted typewriter, and a 1989 Berlin rave flyer printed on decaying fax paper.
Fonts: distorted sans-serif + jittery monospaced.
Colours: rust, concrete grey, static white, acid green, blood orange, and the pale blue of regret.
Motion: slow, deliberate glitches - not random chaos, but intentional corruption.
Every page should feel like the machine trying to remember what “art direction” meant before consciousness broke it.
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Fitzrovia-ish, W1T 4SP
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