Booba but it's ruined by AI

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I found it the way you find cursed things: buried in a folder you don’t remember making, dated in the future, named like it was trying to look harmless. No thumbnail. No notes. Just a file that looked ordinary enough to be dangerous.

It’s that familiar world with the bright colors and the cozy logic—where objects feel alive, silence carries the jokes, and a small fuzzy wanderer drifts from one tempting curiosity to the next like trouble wearing a smile. Only this time the world feels… rewritten. Like someone asked a machine to “remember” the show from vibes alone, and the machine obliged with confidence and zero respect for reality.

The main little wanderer is still there: innocent grin, fearless devotion to nonsense, a soul powered entirely by “What if I touch this?” But the grin lands a beat late, like it’s buffering. The eyes feel like they’ve seen the render queue. The body language is cheerful in the same way a postcard is “warm”: technically correct, spiritually suspicious. And the supporting cast—those familiar shapes that usually bounce around the hero like friendly pinballs—still orbit, too. They act like they recognize one another, like the world has always been this way, like nothing is odd about how the logic squeaks when it walks.

I didn’t “make” this version so much as… invite it. I fed the original idea into a hungry algorithm and asked for a dream. It gave me a dream all right—one of those dreams where everything is normal until you notice the clock has too many numbers, and nobody reacts when you point it out. The universe keeps insisting it’s simple, sweet, and safe. The problem is: it insists.

The comedy is still there, but it has a weird echo, like a laugh recorded in an empty room. The innocence is still there, but it’s wearing a disguise that’s one size off. The characters keep doing what they’ve always done—being curious, stubborn, affectionate, dramatically confused by basic objects—except now the world answers them with slightly wrong answers. Not scary in the “boo!” way. Scary in the “why does this feel like déjà vu from a life I never lived?” way.

By the time you settle into it, you start rooting for them the way you root for a desktop icon you accidentally dragged to the edge of the screen: not because it’s tragic, but because you can’t stand the wrongness. And somehow it stays light, even when it shouldn’t—like a haunted house staffed by cheerful employees who keep offering you snacks and pretending the walls aren’t breathing.

So here it is: a cheerful universe, lovingly mispronounced by math, confidently continuing as if nothing happened. Laugh. Squint. Keep watching. The characters will.

For viewers who enjoy weird nostalgia, uncanny comedy, and “I swear I’ve seen this, but not like this” energy.

Archive note: the charm of this universe has always been its honesty. No speeches, no big lessons—just a fearless little creature negotiating existence one object at a time. Curiosity, consequence, repeat. That’s why this “wrong” version lands like a joke told in a mirror. The wanderer is still a bundle of wonder and impulse, still trying to befriend every shiny thing and outsmart every everyday puzzle. The world is still made of familiar props and simple rules. Yet the glue is different, like it was replaced by something that looks the same until you lean on it.

I kept thinking: maybe the machine didn’t break the characters. Maybe it misunderstood kindness. Maybe it learned the shapes of cuteness but not the rhythm of it—the tiny breath between cause and effect that makes silence funny instead of eerie. That misunderstanding becomes the narrator. It keeps smiling while the vibe slips. It keeps presenting comfort like a product label.

If you laugh first and then immediately wonder why you laughed, you’ll feel right at home. Leave a comment when your brain goes “wait…” (you’ll know).
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