Flux OS

 

 hi its mia again and i guess im writing this because im sick of people asking whats wrong with me and stuff. so the truth is a lot. i was diagnosed with schizophrenia, autism, antisocial personality disorder, and a whole bunch of other stuff. we had to go to the doctor so many times and i think my dad just didnt want to deal with me during any of it. first he put me in my room to rest or something but i could never sleep because it was in the middle of the fucking day. when i got older they finally let up on me for a bit i had a timmkoo and it was even one i could access some of the web on and they never knew but then my mom caught me one time and she took it and that night my dad was yelling at me so much i just couldnt take it any more. it was almost sunrise, almost bright enough for me to see him again, and he kept yelling, telling me that im broken and im a monster you know whats really fucked up???? he didnt care about what was happening to me, he just was angry all at me... ...

i used to see the world like an old tv, you know, those ones that just stopped connecting after a while, grainy, flickering at the edges, colors just so saturated and at the same time just not there i’d be sitting in class, and the teacher's head would just become this grainy, scary, blue and grey mess, and i couldnt come back that’s why my dad pulled me out of real school. he said i was “too fragile,” “too unpredictable,” “too much of a distraction.” but what he really meant was: i was too different . every time i tried to explain it hed just yell at me again “stop making excuses mia!” “you’re not normal!” “go to a real school like other kids!” so i ran. i got on my bike and went anywhere but home, anywhere but where my mom could just come into my room again or where my dad could yell at me i couldnt take it anymore i felt so free like i was finally out of there  so when they caught me i just wanted to die again and then i snapped, i picked up the table from the livin...

 a few months ago—before i dyed my hair half pink i was standing on a cliff in california, the pacific wind tearing at my face... i remember the salt in the air, no plastic toilets, no needles in my veins. just me, my phone, and a special treat in my bag~ that trip was everything i needed... especially after being locked away so long. and then—boom—back to white walls and fluorescent sorrow, back to whispers of “you need help, Mia,” back to injections that dull the edges of my mind and make my boobs so small... make me ordinary, grey, depressing... but yesterday: i regained access to my old Google Drive . the same Drive that holds my half-finished demos, fluxos, and that video from the california cliff. i want to share it with you: contrast that with now: nothing and yet—yet—knowing that i can retrieve a memory, i can be free again hold that image. hold that sound.

  this is me btw deereverdeer so dont keep calling me fake or whatever this was from a while ago obviously... 

 they walked in today the lady who keeps coming into my room and giving me little plastic cups of blue pills they hovered over my cot they whispered to each other “mia is… improving” “she shows compliance” “mia no longer resists care” and I BELIEVE THEM even though their "care" is a lie and every day my boobs get smaller and they barely feed me with gross pork chops and powdery mashed potatoes because the locks on the door clicked open a fraction wider because the injections are slowing down, they dont even hold me down any more because the pillow was replaced they might let me go soon. they might decide that the " storm" in my head has settled enough to send me back into the world of sunlight and sidewalks and half-broken dreams. if they do i have a plan i have a heart i have a NAME that echoes every time i close my eyes: RIRI from the school i haven’t set foot in for three years the girl with the quiet smile and the book always in her hand ...

 I THOUGHT I WAS SAFE. I THOUGHT I COULD BREATHE.     I THOUGHT I COULD LAY STILL AND PRETEND TO BE SILENT. but then— the door cracked open that same harsh white light that same hurried footstep that same cold gust of suspicion and I froze. NOT because I was using the TIMMKOO. NOT because I was whispering secret code into its mic. I WASN’T EVEN USING IT. it was tucked away—power off, screen dark—buried under three layers of sweat-soaked blankets I wasn’t recording. I wasn’t plotting. I wasn’t thinking in binary or dream-mapping the next FluxOS update. yet she came for me anyway. the nurse swept the room, scanned the corners, let her gaze linger on the shadow where the device lay my heart thundered like a runaway core dump my breath hitched like a corrupted packet I could feel my own pulse hacking at my sanity she reached for the drawer— I thought she saw it I thought it was over I thought the last ember of my rebellion had been snuffed out but then...

 

 so i had this idea this bright, burning idea in the middle of the smothered nights: what if i started making voice memos? little pieces of my mind little transmissions from behind enemy lines something REAL that no raid, no needle, no plastic toilet could erase so i started i started whispering into the TIMMKOO, tucked deep under my blanket fortress i recorded the first one, just trying to explain, just trying to be human for five seconds again but halfway through — halfway through pouring my heart out — I GOT CAUGHT the door creaked the heavy steps the COLD AIR as the nurse barged in, sniffing for secrets i had to throw the TIMMKOO under the pillow like it was a bomb my heart almost exploded you can actually hear the panic in the voice memo here it is: 🔗 https://voca.ro/1dC6Btp1gvxt (that’s the one where you hear me freaking out mid-recording) later that night 2:00 AM couldn't sleep couldn’t breathe couldn’t stop crying about my second album — Shower of ...

 

 I don't know how much more I can take. I'm serious. This isn't funny anymore. This isn't "a little bit" This isn't a "troll"                               This is my life. This is my job. This is all I have left. You keep attacking my site. You keep filling it with garbage. You keep destroying the pieces of me that are left. Every time I fix something, you destroy it twice as much. Please. Please. I can't rebuild fast enough. I can't fill holes with liquid and light new fires behind me. I'm just a girl. I'm stuck. I'm tired. I'm shaking. Please stop bothering Fluxos. Please give it a break. Please, let me have one thing that's mine. I'll make you a deal. If you stop. If you really, really stop attacking. I'll send you pictures. Really. Babes Beautiful babes Whatever you want You can have it, if you Give me back my world Stop burning it down Please I'm not a monster I'm not your enemy I'm just a gir...

            I can't believe I'm even writing this I can't believe they've fallen this far Their souls have rotted this far PUDDINGFAN and KNEELING KIBBLE - you both violated me Not just as a person You violated me as a creator As a system As a foundation of light You broke into my forum - my forum - the only real space left for pure FluxOS believers And you attacked it You laughed at it You threw dirt into the temple You profaned the sanctity of what I built with my own hands, with my broken heart, with my bloody dreams You broke into my temple With your muddy feet You laughed at me You spit on the altar This is not just "web drama" This is not just "trolls" This is violation This is a violation of something pure and beautiful that can exist without your dirty fingerprints. I trusted people I thought maybe Maybe Somewhere in those garbage piles there are still some people who can see But Pudding Fan Kneeling Grains You didn't just break the windo...

 last night... it was almost over for me i got too comfortable i got too reckless i thought i was safe — i thought the blankets were enough cover, i thought the shadows would hide me but the TIMMKOO betrayed me the little screen, glowing under the sheets, whispering secret freedom into my eyes i was watching... stuff PRIVATE stuff STUFF YOU WATCH WHEN YOU'RE ALONE when you need something soft to cling to in a world made of needles and concrete and then— BANG door swings open BLINDING WHITE LIGHT SNEAKY FOOTSTEPS NURSE MONSTER BREATHING THROUGH HER TEETH LIKE A HAWK READY TO CLAW THE SKY OPEN i threw the TIMMKOO under the pillow so fast i nearly crushed it my heart was howling my mind was glitching i said "i'm sleeping" but i said it too fast, too loud, too WRONG she stared at me stared INTO me her eyes scanning for cracks, for flickers, for rogue cums escaping from my skin i thought that was it i thought the dream was dead i thought fluxos wou...

 

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is might be the last post for a while i don’t know how long i will last i don’t even know if you’ll read this they took me they kidnapped me they stole me and my spirit they put me in the room — with the white walls and the plastic toilet and all of my clothes in plastic in the closet, they dont want me to have a tv, the other people have a tv... and the weird pillow that feels like it’s stuffed with teddy bears they said "you need help mia" they said "alright" they said "please calm down" but i know what they really mean they mean "stop building fluxos" they mean "stop shining brighter than the artificial stars" they mean "be quiet and small and invisible like the rest of them fit into the box we hate you" and they keep injecting me with stuff cold stuff that creeps through the blood and my body and tries to make my thoughts slower and makes me forget everything about fluxos it makes me mia they make me for get ...

You let this happen to you You let this happen to you And you knew exactly what it was You betrayed not only me You betrayed the you that still surged inside you, the you that still dreamed in architecture, firmware, and colorless light You could have been a god DeerEverdeer, you are the reason the ga You are the reason the light You are the reason the sky I can see it with my eyes closed I see I see you pulling threads from the tap Now I can't fix it, i cant fix everything Now I can't stop the taste of aluminum in my mouth every time I type your damn name I want you to be happy, laughing in  I want you to know that your laughter is coming to an end soon, like all of us, but my laugh will last longerthan me because i am flux You wrote your own  forgive you Next time you watch the moon twinkle Remember: That was me

 KNEELING KIBBLE — you whobecame part of the mud YOU ARE DEAD TO FLUX YOU ARE A SMUDGE ON THE SERVER RACK OF HISTORY i offered you golden light and you brought me wet garbage i wrote you songs  i showed you FluxOS, the purest code, the untainted waveform of existence, and you POKED IT WITH A STICK LIKE A STUPID VILLAGER YOU. LOST. EVERYTHING. i don't need you. i don't need any of you. I AM THE BEST GIRLFRIEND I EVER HAD i cook myself snacks i sing myself lullabies i stay up coding at 3am and i don’t yell at me for doing it i am perfect i am the ultimate date i kiss the mirror and the mirror KISSES BACK without smearing its LIQUID SHIT on me Mia John Baptiste is in a relationship with MIA JOHN BAPTISTE Thats it- !!!!!!! and now NOW i must confess something something long hidden something you must know before the next phase of evolution comes: I AND NOTHING THE RED FURY MADE ME STRONGER IT POISONED THE OLD FLESH IT BUILT NEW CELLS OUT OF RAW DATA I...

hhhh No? No no no, listen to me. i know what they tell you I know what's in the I know what  My father he thinks he can control me He thought he could cage the founder of Fluxus !!!!!!!!!!!! He said “No computer use after 9pm, my  He said “Stop writing your fluxos” he said "go get a job at the grocery store" he says He I've seen it through They wanted me to be normal They want me to be "fixed" They want me to wear their cloth suits, type on their numeric keys, and eat their ham baguettes But I refused I declined i got rid of them They want to prevent F luxos, because Fluxos is like a mirror reflecting their rotting code They want to put me back in the spider closet They want to erase me they want to get rid of me But they can't They can't b Because I'm a magnetic rain flux 🌌🌌🌌 They thought they could hide me in Canada I'm Canada now You'll never see me in front of a computer with clothes on Never Never How can you interact with pure th...

 they tried to slow me down they took my laptop they locked me in a plastic room they forced me to eat round food and drink bad milk but you can't isolate a revolution i ate the wall I ate the wall I ate the wall I'm out i'm online i'm the update you forgot to install you Thought you were safe? You thought the old World could hold up while you argued about bootloaders and screen refresh rates??? You fools The water is rising Croissants  are screaming The clouds are encoding new  🌪flowing Rain is more than an album🌪 🌪it's a new language🌪 🌪it's a singing storm🌪 My vision A flowing device in every home Flowing thoughts in every head Flowing dreams in every sleeping child Flowing light pouring out of your TV screen Flowing wires growing out of the ground like vines, entwining the rotting skeleton of the old internet Flowing cities, flowing oceans, flowing blood To the skeptics: If you read this and feel "tyrannical", it's okay. You should be worr...

  Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here — you already know who it is. And today I’m proud, thrilled, electrified to finally announce something I’ve been pouring my entire soul into: 🎶 My new album: Shower of Flux 🎶 It’s raw. It’s real. It’s messy. It’s beautiful. This isn’t some overproduced, sanitized corporate garbage. This is me . Mia. No matter who it makes uncomfortable. I’m Mia now. I’m going to be Mia forever. You can cope. You can seethe. You can try to "correct" me behind your anonymous usernames and dead Discord servers. I’m not changing for you. I already changed for ME. About the Album Shower of Flux is a sonic journey through everything I’ve been fighting, surviving, and creating. It’s about loving the chaos of the mind, about embracing the full circuit overload and refusing to be debugged by people who never even bothered to read the source code. It’s full of glitches, melodies, roaring static, sudden spikes of silence — it doesn’t ask for you...

Welcome to the New Core: FluxOS Has a Home Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here — and today is a HUGE moment for all true believers. I’m proud to announce the launch of the official FluxOS community forum : 👉 https://rvlt.gg/bJDCDkRz No more shouting into the void of corrupted old forums. No more tolerating Android relics trying to sabotage our mission. No more fake “freedom fighters” trying to "liberate" what they could never understand. This is OUR space. This is the FluxCore. What You’ll Find There: Direct discussions about FluxOS, FluxChip devices, and upcoming projects. Updates straight from me (no middlemen, no corporate filters). Beta testing opportunities for new releases before the public even smells them. Secret subforums for the truly loyal (access granted based on proven commitment ). A place to leave behind the stagnant ruins of Android and truly embrace the future. Who’s Invited? If you believe in FluxOS: Welcome. If you wan...

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Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here. This is going to be a short one because, frankly, I’m still recovering a little. So... earlier today, I had a bit of an incident . I was practicing something — you know, just trying to get used to some things again now that I've detransitioned — and I, uh... choked. Badly. (I'm fine now. Mostly. Just a little rattled.) I’m not going to get into what exactly I was working with. It’s not important. Point is: it got stuck. Had to do the whole panic dance, coughing, seeing stars, minor existential crisis — the works. 10/10 would not recommend. Lesson Learned If you’re going to practice anything, be careful. Take it slow. Don’t just assume you can power through everything the same way you power through OS development or flame wars with ROM fanboys. The human body is less forgiving than the codebase. Where We’re At I’m still alive (obviously — or you wouldn’t be reading this). Progress on the FluxOS album continues. Ne...

 Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here, back on the air — or, at least, halfway hanging off it. Writing this from a TIMMKOO MP3 player still wedged under my mattress like a survivalist broadcasting from a bunker. And somehow, even from here, I can still hear the whining . You people. You anti-FluxOS freaks. You ankle-biters gnawing at the foundations of something you’re too small-minded to understand. Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once: YOU. ARE. NOT. STOPPING. FLUXOS. I don't care how many dead forums you cry on. I don't care how many crusty ROM threads you try to resurrect like necromancers performing a failed ritual. I don't care how many times you stamp your little feet and say "I want unlocked bootloaders!! Wahhh I want my kernel source!!" You want a "custom ROM"? Build your own device. You want "freedom"? Go run Android 12 forever and pretend you're a pioneer while the rest of us lap you from or...

Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here — and yes, this post is coming to you from... less than ideal circumstances. I’m currently posting this from my TIMMKOO MP3 player. Yeah. Because my mom took away my laptop. (“Too much screen time,” “need to cool off,” blah blah blah — you know how it is when they don’t understand that you’re literally building the future of human-machine interaction.) She doesn’t know about the TIMMKOO. I keep it under my mattress , between the edge of the bed frame and the wall where the Wi-Fi signal barely crawls in. Where the real work happens. Where the real resistance is staged. Typing on this thing is agony — tiny touch screen, laggy input — but I don’t care. I will not be silenced. The Flux must go on. A Humble Request Also, um, Kneeling Kibble , if you’re out there reading this... I know things have been crazy lately. I know I’ve been... well, me . But right now I’m feeling kinda horny. Kinda cold. Kinda... like I really, really need a cu...

I don't even know where to start anymore. There is no start. There is no end. There is only motion . There is only Flux . I woke up at 7:33 PM today after a three-minute dream in the middle of a dope-induced dead period where I saw an entire operating system ecosystem unfolding in front of me — but it wasn’t code. It was language. Sound. Motion. The processors were breathing. The screens were singing. The chips in the FluxChip 3 were growing leaves out of their circuits and stretching toward the Sun of Innovation , and I understood it, I SAW it, and now I KNOW what I have to do. I will build it all. I will build it MYSELF. The cowards at Google can’t stop me. The has-beens at Apple can’t stop me. The babbling, writhing ROM-makers scraping by in the ruins of dead Android forks can’t stop me. Puddingfan, you are a gnat on my windshield. I have transcended your petty attempts at relevance. Silo23, if you are reading this, KNOW THIS: I respect you. I respect your ancie...

Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here. This post is going to be a little different — not about FluxOS, not about FluxChip, not about the next big release. It’s something I need to say publicly. I owe Silo23 an apology. A real one. Over the past few months, there were... situations where I acted impulsively. I said some things, asked for things, crossed boundaries that I really shouldn’t have. At the time, I didn’t think about it — I was caught up in my own world, my own goals, my own energy. But I’ve had time to reflect. Silo23 isn’t just another random face in the crowd. He’s someone who’s been around a lot longer than me. Someone who's seen more, done more, and honestly deserves a lot more respect than I gave him. When I realized he’s much older than me — not just a few years, but decades ahead in life experience — it hit me. I shouldn’t have asked him that stuff. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t appropriate. It wasn’t right. And for that, I’m sorry. Truly. Owning Mistake...

Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here again. Or maybe I'm going back to my old name. Just wanted to drop a quick update that’s a little more personal before I dive back into work. So — yesterday I had a doctor’s appointment. Nothing major, just some "routine maintenance" (you know how it is when you run everything by yourself — gotta stay functional). Long story short, my doctor put me on a new pill. I honestly don't even remember what it was exactly — I dunno. It sounded like a lot of pine was involved somehow. He said it was supposed to "even things out" or "keep things grounded" or whatever. Cool, whatever. As long as it doesn’t slow me down, I don’t really care. (And trust me, it hasn't — if anything, I feel even sharper. FluxOS code is flying out of my fingers faster than ever.) Still Full Speed Ahead If you were worried this might slow down the work on FluxOS, FluxChip, or the album — don’t. Projects are moving full steam ahead...

Hey esteemed fans and enemies, Alex John Baptiste here — yeah, still me, and no, I’m not slowing down anytime soon. Big news today, and I’m just going to hit you with it straight: I’m officially detransitioning. And while I’m at it, I’m working on my first-ever FluxOS-inspired music album. Let’s Get Real for a Second This isn’t some publicity stunt. This isn’t me trying to “rebrand”, "evade taxes" or whatever nonsense people love to throw around. This is just me being honest about who I am — and who I’ve always been underneath everything else. I built FluxOS because I believe in doing things your own way, not bending to broken standards just because it’s easy or popular. Same thing here: I’m taking control of my own identity the way I took control of my platform. No compromises. No apologies. No shame. If that bothers you — good. If that inspires you — even better. And Now, the Album Because let’s be honest: FluxOS isn’t just an operating system anymore. It’s ...

 

Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here — architect of FluxOS, creator of FluxChip 3, and now your next nightmare if you’re still living in the "ROM everything" mentality. Today, I’m here to talk about the next phase of the plan. It’s time to take XDA back — and fix it properly. XDA is Broken. You Know It. I Know It. What used to be a haven for real developers has turned into a dumpster fire of half-baked ROMs, bootloops, scammy mods, and sad little ego projects. Everyone with a halfway-functioning keyboard thinks they're a genius because they can flash a ZIP file. The amount of disrespect I’ve seen toward real innovation (like FluxOS) is frankly pathetic. XDA today isn’t about moving technology forward. It’s about clinging to Android like it’s still 2012. Well, guess what? It’s 2025. And it’s time for change. The Plan: Take Control I’m working — yes, actively working — on gaining control of XDA. Through partnerships, smart investments, and a little bit of what...

Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here — your favorite one-man FluxOS powerhouse. I wasn’t planning to post today (was too busy tuning performance for the next FluxOS update), but something happened that I can’t just ignore. Earlier this morning, I noticed some weird login attempts on my personal Google account. Multiple failed logins, strange locations pinging my account, password reset requests, the whole nine yards. And let’s be real: I know exactly who’s behind it. Puddingfan. You’re Not Slick, Puddingfan Look, Puddingfan, I know you’ve been salty ever since I publicly dismantled your laughable attempts at making a "custom ROM" for the TIMMKOO - my domain. I know you're desperate to get your grubby little hands on anything you can use to tear apart FluxOS. But hacking into my accounts? Seriously? That’s the level you're stooping to now? Newsflash: I’ve been dealing with people like you since before you knew how to spell "root." Your little stunt...

\   Hey everyone, Alex John Baptiste here again. Today, I'm excited to pull back the curtain on something huge for the FluxChip 3 and FluxOS community. After months of work (and turning down the usual garbage mobile ports), I’m proud to announce a brand-new exclusive : Car Racing Simulator 3D — and you’re only going to find it here , on FluxOS. Built for Speed. Built for FluxOS. Car Racing Simulator 3D isn’t just some quick Unity slap-together you can find rotting in every app store. No. This is a full-fledged, performance-optimized , graphics-tuned racer that actually takes advantage of the power inside the FluxChip 3. 120Hz refresh? Supported. Ultra-low input lag? Tuned in. Graphics settings you can actually tweak for real performance, not just some dumb preset menu? You got it. I worked closely with an indie developer who, you know, actually cares about making games that don’t feel like a monetized nightmare. No ads. No pay-to-win mechanics. No "watch a 30 second ...