There are moments when life quietly drops you into a room and whispers, “Pay attention.” No agenda. No slide decks. Just a table full of sharp, curious minds—finance, physics, law, tech—all orbiting the same strange frequency for reasons nobody could quite articulate. The air itself felt charged, like an unscheduled download from somewhere upstream. They call the space The SCIFF—a secure little enclave tucked inside a hotel. But it could’ve been anywhere. What mattered wasn’t

The good news is: if you’re producing AI slop and vibe-coded trash… you’re already here. Let’s not sugarcoat it — the internet right now is flooded with junk.AI-generated slop. Vibe-coded “masterpieces.” Instagram philosophers with diffusion filters and Canva quotes. Every feed looks like the world’s biggest art school critique, and half of it feels like someone just learned where the “generate” button lives. But here’s the thing: that noise? That chaos? That’s the sound of t

I have just witnessed a masterpiece. A man with a printer, a dream, and apparently way too much free time has done what most cybersecurity professionals spend decades trying to achieve: he hacked the human condition — with stickers. Here’s the play:He prints QR codes — just generic black-and-white codes — and pastes them perfectly  over existing ones in the wild. You know, menus, vending machines, parking meters, those tiny “scan me” squares that have become the universal doo

We’ve gotten pretty comfortable thinking of AI as a high-powered autocomplete machine—clever, sure, but ultimately just stringing...