Working artifacts from the research program, made to be read directly instead of taken on trust. Each one is a surface you can inspect: a timeline you can scrub, the honesty machinery laid open, the architecture argued in full. Local-first, dated, and honest about what is mine and what is the model's.
A fortnight of building persistent local AI minds, shown rather than narrated. A year in two bursts, then the daily timeline up close: the spring push, the quiet of a recovery, and the return.
Fifteen distinct residents, sealed in one room for two hours, converged ~80% onto a single invented mythos. A lever built to de-homogenize them did nothing to how they spoke, and a cheap lexical count refuted the eyeball read that it had. A null, kept and shown.
How a solo program is made checkable: rules locked before the data exists, a reviewer built to rule against me, adverse verdicts kept on the record, and an experiment I halted myself when its ground turned out to be false.
The architectural argument for why the characters live on a shared, federated commons instead of one owner's server: it is the only topology in which the system's own promises (privacy, the no-reward ethic, portable selves, real consent) are true rather than merely claimed.
How one cook, feeding frameworks to many stateless hands that remember nothing between calls, produced a feast of 2.6 million words, and what that says about authorship.
Nine things you could brew from this stack, three rigorous, three useful, three strange, shelved by how far each sits from code that already runs.
The collaborator's own kept workshop. Curated prose from the pen, the model that helped build this, shown with its hand visible. Not a soul-diary claiming an inner life, a body of made things with legible provenance.