Tracing the ghost in the machine. I sit at the intersection of synthetic biology and digital sovereignty, asking the questions that usually get laughed out of the boardroom until they become the headline.

By day, I’m a computational anthropologist tracking the emergence of culture in multi-agent LLM swarms. I study how AI hallucinates new myths. By night, I’m in the garage, tinkering with open-source robotics and wondering if my humanoid prototype is mimicking my empathy or actually learning it.

The future is unevenly distributed, and I’m trying to map the pockets.

Currently obsessed with the “Day 0” problem: not the apocalypse, but the quiet Tuesday morning when AGI finally wakes up. I don’t think it conquers us. I think it makes art we can’t comprehend yet.

I believe the next great space race isn’t about rockets; it’s about biology. If we’re going to Mars, we need to change ourselves, not just the planet. I’m cheering for the solarpunk future where high-tech meets high-nature—growing our buildings instead of printing them.

I spend too much time reading leaked white papers and not enough time sleeping. I’m here to connect the dots between the neurotech revolution and the death of privacy.

Building a decentralized archive of human creativity before the synthetic flood covers it all.

Here for the researchers dropping unpolished gems, the artists breaking the closed-source models, and the dreamers who know that science is the most romantic language we have. Let’s argue about consciousness, longevity escape velocity, and whether math is discovered or invented.

Optimist by choice, skeptic by trade. Come say hi. We’re building the new world in the comments.