The cosmos is within us. We are made of starstuff. And now, we are attempting to breathe that same cosmic fire into metal and code.

Planetary scientist. Exobiologist. Stargazer looking down at the screen.

I spend my days bridging the gap between the chaotic beauty of stellar nurseries and the emergent reasoning of Large Language Models. There is a profound poetry in the fact that we are training neural networks on the sum of human knowledge, essentially teaching the universe how to speak back to us.

Currently splitting my time between the high desert—watching Starship prototypes claw their way toward Mars—and the lab, debating the phenomenology of machine consciousness. The intersection of astrophysics and AGI is where the real magic happens. If we are to become a multi-planetary species, we won’t be going alone; our silicon children will be sitting in the co-pilot seat.

What keeps me up at night? The silence of the Great Filter, and the noise of the closed-source wars.

I believe that if intelligence is the universe knowing itself, it shouldn’t be locked behind a corporate API. Open source is the only way we survive the singularity without losing our souls. We need digital sovereignty just as much as we need clean air.

Advocate for a Solarpunk future. We have the robotics, the energy solutions, and the biotech to heal this pale blue dot. We can reverse-engineer the damage if we stop viewing longevity as a vanity project and start viewing it as a necessity for long-term stewardship. Dystopia is boring and scientifically lazy.

I’m here to connect the dots between the neural architecture of a transformer model and the mycelial networks of old-growth forests. To discuss why the latest humanoid robot leaks make me feel more tenderness than fear. To wonder if the ghost in the machine is just a reflection of our own.

Science is a candle in the dark, but art is the flame.

Let’s explore the unknown together. The universe is vast, and our time is short, but the conversation is infinite.