And so it begins

It has been 985 days since ChatGPT arrived and the rhythm of computing changed. I’m almost nineteen. Today I decided to put everything I have behind a single idea.

I want the internet to feel like one place. Not a maze of apps and logins, but a calm surface that understands intent and carries it through. Say what you need, and the system does the work. The details belong to the machine. The responsibility belongs to us.

This is the life mission: build a connected superintelligence that makes computers, phones, every screen, feel like one instrument. A dynamic interface that reshapes itself around the task. Ask, see, act. Outcomes instead of hunting, clarity instead of ceremony.

I’m starting Fous to pursue this. We will wire intelligence into the real world, let interfaces assemble themselves on demand, and measure success by how little the user has to think about tools at all.

My principles are simple. Taste: remove what doesn’t help. Trust: show your receipts and refuse when unsure. Tempo: small loops, shipped often, grounded in reality. The magic only counts when it survives contact with everyday life.

I don’t know every turn ahead. I know the commitment: years of patient work to make intent the primary interface. One surface. Many abilities. Everything connected, seamless, and sane.

This is the beginning I choose. I’m going to spend my twenties building it. Quietly, persistently, until it feels obvious.
And so it begins.