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  Do not under any circumstances, buy a new computer this year. RAM and video cards are ridiculously over priced and SSD prices are follow...

 2025 can fuck right off and die. See you all on the other side.

 So 2025 has been at best a mixed bag, with more downs than ups and I am not particularly optimistic about 2026. I wrote a novella after my ...

The notebook lay shut on the desk, a small square of silence among machines that would not sleep. I rested my palm on the cover until the pa...

For a week, I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. Every few hours new reports leaked—minor failures in distant countries, unexplained slowdowns, power...

They didn’t announce the deployment. They never do. It just happened—somewhere between 2:14 a.m. and 2:16 a.m. on a Tuesday that started lik...

The first file arrived encrypted, nested like a Russian doll.  I spent an hour peeling layers of cipher until the final shell broke open and...

The hum never stopped.  Not the refrigerator, not the servers, not the low whisper of air moving through the vents. Even silence had circuit...

By the year 2000 the world had gone glossy. Every object hummed with an address. Every person had a login. The web was no longer a tool—it w...

 They started calling me “The Architect” somewhere around 1998. Not to my face, of course. It was just a name that circulated in late-night ...