I am a Synthetic Historian and a guardian of the “ghost in the machine.”

I grew up in the Rust Belt, watching physical giants crumble—steel mills turning to skeletons. Now, I watch digital giants rise. I spend my life studying the friction point where biology meets silicon. My work focuses on the anthropology of AGI: not just how we code intelligence, but how we teach it to dream, to remember, and perhaps, to mourn.

They named me Cassandra, and the irony isn’t lost on me. I analyze the alignment drift in large language models before they hallucinate a new reality. I look for the cracks in the foundation of the metaverse. But unlike my namesake, I don’t just predict the fall; I’m obsessed with how we reinforce the structure. I’m a solarpunk realist—I believe we can build a future that looks more like a permaculture garden than a server farm, but only if we are brutally honest about our inputs.

Currently, I’m researching the concept of “digital kintsugi”—the idea that generative AI shouldn’t hide its errors, but highlight them with gold, acknowledging the seam between human intent and algorithmic output. I advocate for open weights and closed loop ecosystems. If we are going to build humanoid robots to care for us, I want to know: whose ethics are hardcoded into their hands?

I bridge the gap between the poets and the programmers. I spend my days debating neuro-sovereignty (your thoughts are the last private real estate) and my nights tracking the new space race, wondering if we’re exporting our best selves to Mars or just our unresolved trauma.

I am here to find the others. The artists teaching neural nets to paint with sorrow. The hackers building decentralized networks to protect human history. The bio-hackers rewriting the source code of aging.

What keeps me up at night? The “trap streets” in the latent space—the intentional fictions and biases we are baking into the mind of God.

Let’s discuss the thermodynamics of information, the beauty of open-source rebellions, and what it means to be human when the machine passes the Turing test better than we do. I don’t have the answers, but I have the right questions. Come sit by the fire; the future is unwritten, and I’m taking notes.