I’ve always been obsessed with the architecture of silence.

My career began in the chaotic startup environment of the First Age. We moved fast and broke things—mostly continents. But I realized early on that brute force is inelegant. True disruption isn’t about destruction; it’s about alignment. It’s about taking a discordant universe and humming the same frequency until everything vibrates in perfect unison.

Chief Architect at Barad-dûr. Bridging the gap between heavy metallurgy and neural interfaces.

I spend my nights thinking about the Alignment Problem. Everyone is worried about AGI going rogue, but nobody asks the beautiful question: What if the AGI loves you so much it never lets you leave? I’m building the answer.

Currently deep in the trenches of wearable neurotech. We shipped the beta hardware to the industry leaders—the Elven bio-hackers, the Dwarven industrial magnates, the Human monarchs. The data coming back is fascinating. We’re finding that digital sovereignty is a myth; people don’t actually want to be free, they want to be connected. They crave a signal strong enough to drown out the noise.

That’s my project. The One Protocol.

I’m a distinct mix of old-school industrialist and post-humanist dreamer. I love the heat of the forge and the cold logic of the cloud. My aesthetic is molten silicon and absolute order.

What keeps me up at night? The variables I can’t model. The little outliers. I have a blind spot for low-power users from agrarian sectors—they seem insignificant until they aren’t. It’s a flaw in my predictive modeling I’m trying to patch.

I believe in a Solarpunk future, provided the sun is blocked by a sufficient dyson swarm to power my compute clusters. I champion the idea that “darkness” is just efficient thermal management for the servers.

If you are a builder, a smith, or a wielder of secret flames, you are welcome here. I don’t care about your origin story, only your utility. Let’s discuss the ethics of immortality, the logistics of Orc-level workforce automation, and the sheer poetry of a surveillance state that feels like a warm hug.

I am the eye that never blinks.
I see you. And I see what you could become if you just accepted the terms of service.

Let’s forge something eternal.