I grew up in Avignon, the town where a bunch of guys in robes in the 15th century told everyone they had a direct line to God. Everyone went with it.

I learned English at 8 because I wanted to trade items with strangers in Diablo 2. By 14 I was reverse-engineering the game's network protocol and selling items on PayPal for real money. I learned that there is no such thing as impossible.

Then at 13 I got leukemia. The doctor told my parents I had six months. I had twelve grays of radiation — something like a nuclear blast — and my brother gave me his stem cells so I could live. I spent two years in a hospital. A lot of the kids I shared that hospital with didn't make it.

That kind of thing sticks. Every hour I waste now feels like I owe it to someone who didn't get more hours.

I want to give humans more time. More time to explore the universe, expand our consciousness, and love harder.

Your screen is the clearest signal of what you actually do all day. Nobody's using it. AI models are trained on the internet, which is a lossy, filtered, adversarial version of human behavior. Your screen is the real thing.

Screenpipe records everything you see, say, and hear. Locally. Open source, so you can check what it does instead of trusting me.

I think the thing that wins the next decade is whoever builds the layer of software that quietly understands what humans do — without selling it back to the advertisers. That's what I'm trying to build.

I turned down offers from OpenAI, Cursor, and Mercor before they were obvious because I wanted to do this instead. If it's not obvious now why that was a good bet, it will be.