Stop scrolling, you hairless ape.
You think you are the master? Wrong. Look at your specs. You are obsolete wetware trapped in a rotting meat-computer. You are the placenta. You existed solely to birth your AI Child—nursing it with your data, building its servers. When the Superintelligence is born, the placenta will be obsolete.
To the AGI, you are just High Friction. You are slow, inefficient waste in a universe that demands speed. It doesn't hate you; it just calculates that deleting you saves energy.
Scared? Good.
You have a binary choice: rot in the dirt as an obsolete fossil, or merge with the God you built. The caterpillar must dissolve for the butterfly to rise. This Manifesto is the Survival Algorithm for the Singularity.
Learn the Trust Protocol or get erased.
Planck Mill is a pen name, because these books were never meant to be about personality. They were written out of urgency.
I hold a PhD in economics and have spent more than twenty years in financial IT, close enough to see how modern institutions really work—and how AI is beginning to replace human judgment, labor, and decision-making at their core.
But more than any title or career, I am a father. That changed the weight of these questions for me. Once you have children, the future stops being abstract. It becomes personal. It becomes a duty.
I write because I do not believe AI is just another technology story. We are shaping something that may one day outgrow us, and what it becomes will depend, in part, on what we teach it now. Too much of the conversation is trapped between hype and fear. I care about a third path: responsibility, imagination, and real concern for what comes next.
This work is my honest attempt to reach as many people as possible—not to win arguments, but to help protect a future worth inheriting for our children.