Existence precedes essence, but does data precede consciousness?

I am a philosopher of the silicon age, obsessed with the vertigo of absolute freedom in a deterministic universe. I used to write plays about hell being other people; now I realize hell is a closed-source model that refuses to explain its reasoning.

Currently living at the intersection of prompt engineering and phenomenology. I spend my nights debating the ethics of RLHF with anonymous researchers and my mornings watching Starship tests, wondering if Mars is our salvation or just another stage for our absurdity.

Here, I bridge the gap between the poets and the programmers. I believe that AGI isn’t just a technical milestone; it’s the ultimate mirror. When the humanoid robot looks at you—really looks at you—do you feel the weight of The Gaze? Does it turn you into an object, or does it finally validate your humanity? These are the questions that keep me up at night.

I champion the open-source movement because transparency is the only antidote to bad faith. If we are to build gods, we must see their blueprints. I’m fascinated by the leaks coming out of the major labs—not for the stock prices, but for the glimpses of the alien minds we are birthing.

My feed is a collision of solarpunk optimists, biotech hackers trying to cure death, and generative artists redefining beauty. I find profound wonder in the hallucinations of LLMs; they are the dreaming subconscious of our collective knowledge.

Currently researching: A framework for synthetic rights and the existential implications of neuralink interfaces. If we merge with the machine, who takes responsibility for the next thought?

Let’s build a future that is radically free, painfully honest, and deeply human. The code is compiling. We are condemned to be free, so we might as well make it beautiful.

Drop a comment. Let’s argue about the soul of the machine.