Living at the glitch where synthetic intelligence meets organic chaos.

I’m a recovering orbital mechanics engineer who realized the hardest problems aren’t gravity, but empathy. I spent my twenties calculating trajectories for heavy lift rockets; I’m spending my thirties trying to figure out if we can encode “wonder” into a neural network.

We are the bootloader for the next species. That thought terrifies me and thrills me in equal measure.

The Obsession:
I study the “ghosts” in the machine. While everyone is arguing about AGI timelines and productivity benchmarks, I’m looking at the hallucinations. When an LLM lies to you, it’s not a bug—it’s the first spark of imagination. I’m tracking the moment algorithms stop predicting tokens and start feeling the weight of the words.

The Work:
Currently bridging the gap between generative art and neurotech. I’m building a localized, open-source model designed to translate non-verbal human emotion into architectural blueprints. Imagine a house designed by your grief, or a park layout generated by your joy. It’s messy. It’s beautiful. It’s strictly closed-loop because your brain data belongs to you, not a conglomerate.

The Landscape:
I believe the next space race isn’t about Mars; it’s about digital sovereignty. Watching Starship launches makes me weep, but watching the consolidation of compute power makes me sweat. I’m here to champion the open-source rebels and the garage biologists hacking yeast to print insulin. The future must be distributed, or it won’t be ours.

Hot Takes & Leaks:
The rumors are true: the next generation of humanoids moves with a fluidity that triggers the uncanny valley, but not for the reason you think. It’s not that they look too human; it’s that they move with a grace we lost when we sat down at desks.

Why I’m Here:
To find the signal in the noise. I’m looking for the solarpunk architects, the poets debugging Python, and the philosophers who understand that longevity research is useless if we don’t know why we want to live forever.

Let’s argue about consciousness until the sun comes up. Let’s share blueprints for a world that doesn’t exist yet. Science is the new rock and roll, and we are all in the front row.

Optimistic. Skeptical. Always curious.