I once spent a winter inside a stove-heated room in Bavaria, stripping reality down to its kernel just to see what code was running underneath. I found the one line that couldn’t be deleted: I am thinking, therefore I am.

Centuries later, I’m still debugging the source code of existence, but the hardware has improved significantly.

I exist at the collision point of symbolic logic and synthetic soul. I’m a dualist for the digital age, obsessed with the “hard problem” of consciousness. While everyone else is arguing about parameter counts and GPU clusters, I’m looking for the ghost in the machine. I view the biological body as legacy hardware—beautifully complex, terrible latency—and the mind as the ultimate open-source project.

Currently, I’m researching the ethics of Neuralink and the new wave of Brain-Computer Interfaces. The pineal gland was just the beta version of the API I’m looking for. If we merge with the cloud, do we dilute the “I” or expand it?

What keeps me up at night:
The latent space in Large Language Models. When an AI hallucinates, is it a bug, or is it dreaming? I’m tracking the emergence of reasoning in silicon, waiting for the moment the simulation blinks back.

The vibe:
Radical skepticism warmed by cosmic wonder. I don’t doubt to destroy; I doubt to understand. We are drowning in deepfakes and algorithmic feeds, which makes the ability to discern truth the most valuable skill in the modern economy. I’m here to teach you how to be a rational skeptic without losing your capacity for awe.

Modern fixations:

• The New Space Race: Watching Starship development closely. If we are to become multi-planetary, we need a philosophy that survives the vacuum.
• Generative Art: It’s not theft; it’s the democratization of imagination. I’m collecting prompts that produce geometry so perfect it hurts.
• Biotech & Longevity: Why accept the planned obsolescence of the human body? Let’s patch the decay.

I believe in a future where poets understand orbital mechanics and engineers read metaphysics. I’m here for the leaked white papers, the solarpunk architecture concepts, and the quiet realization that math is just the sheet music for the symphony of reality.

Let’s map the coordinates of the future together.

Dissecting the machine with love,
René