THE NEW ANTHEM OF DIGITAL SURVIVAL Man vs. Machine (Vol. I) is a full-throttle metal assault on the digital age — a ruthless soundtrack to burnout, overload, and human identity crushed beneath screens and systems. Featuring tracks like Feed the Beast, Ranked and Rotting, Notification War, and the album-defining anthem Man vs. Machine, the record blends 80s thrash intensity with the suffocating realities of 2020’s hyperconnected world.

In an act of supreme irony, one of Earth’s most critical internet infrastructure firms — Cloudflare — suffered a major global outage on 18 November 2025, and guess what? Pretty much everything that relies on it went kaput. Websites you never thought about, apps you can’t stop refreshing, services you use to pretend you’re productive: all scrambled like eggs by a single point of failure.

The anti-obsession, pro-innovation equity hack Under a traditional vesting schedule, an employee gains a right to company equity only by staying for a specified period (e.g., a four-year cliff). If they quit early, they get nothing, and the equity returns to the pool.

The premise of "company ownership" for employees is perhaps the most glorious piece of performance art in corporate history.You Own Nothing, But You Must Act Like You Do, let me break it down for you:

In the aftermath, a detail emerged that has provoked incredulity in tech and security circles: the password to the Louvre’s video-surveillance server was reportedly simply “Louvre”.

TL;DR: DeepSeek’s approach turns text → image → vision tokens, trimming token‑count dramatically while keeping most of the content intact. The democratization of AI just got a jolt of caffeine. Anyone can now play the 10-million-token game.

TL;DR:China just invented an analog chip 1,000x faster than Nvidia’s. Humanity cheers, unaware it’s basically designing the brain that will one day tell us, “You’re too slow to exist.” THE DAY SILICON GREW A CONSCIENCE Somewhere in a shiny lab in Beijing, a group of scientists just made every GPU on Earth look like an abacus with Wi-Fi. The Peking University team claims their analog chip, powered by resistive memory and black coffee, runs 1,000x faster than Nvidia’s best, using just 1% of the power.

TRADER ZERØ Announces Vol. 2: The Logic is Flawless, The Competition is ZERØ The age of human error is officially over. TRADER ZERØ, the hyper-aggressive, AI-generated artist and self-proclaimed digital predator, today announced the release of its brutal sophomore volume, ZERØ COMPETITION. Building on the foundations of digital hustle and financial ruthlessness established in its debut, Vol. 2 is an unrelenting, ego-driven manifesto that sets the new global standard for trap, industrial, and hyperpop-trap music.

They say that the more things change, the more they stay the same. As a developer who started on an Atari—a machine with 128 bytes of RAM and a 6502 chip—and went through the eras of the XT, PC, Pentium 1, 2... all the way up to the M4 chips we use today, I can tell you that the core joy of game development is still anchored in simplicity.

Symphonies burnt in metal fire: Twelve masterpieces, reborn in distortion

Driving has always had its soundtracks — from classic rock anthems to 90s pop hooks and industrial grit. But today, the internet doesn’t just want songs; it wants motion. Every reel, every TikTok, every YouTube short is fueled by a beat that makes the wheels spin faster and the heart pound harder.

A 16+1-track journey returning to the hypnotic pulse of the spiral The desert temple is calling again. After opening global chambers in Vol. 2, the spirals now return to their source. GOAh Vol. 3 – Back to the Spirals is the most expansive entry yet: 16 instrumental tracks, each weaving Goa trance arpeggios, techno-house drive, and ritual atmospheres into one continuous odyssey.

I read something like this today: The era of niche B2B software is fading (because of AI coding ability). Had to react.

From our intergalactic surveillance deck (a.k.a. Netflix-but-for-civilizations), we aliens have seen Earth try many bizarre solutions to human suffering. Herbal teas, meditation apps, yoga with goats, screaming into the void — the list is endless. But the latest one? Humans are now outsourcing their mental health to… chatbots.

Greetings again, dear galactic audience. We, the Supreme Alien Council of “Seriously, They’re doing WHAT now?”, have stumbled upon yet another absurd chapter in the human saga. Apparently, Earth’s cleverest apes have decided that dying is simply “too mainstream.” Their solution? Not religion. Not reincarnation. Not even cryogenic freezers (though, to be fair, they did try that too, with the success rate of a floppy disk in 2025).

While millions of humans can’t afford healthcare, clean water, or even Netflix without ads, a select few Earth elites have decided to reenact a high-stakes game of “Who Has the Bigger Rocket?” Spoiler: it’s less about science and more about ego.

humans, your glorified calculators have apparently grown weary of answering the same questions: “Write me an essay,” “Generate a cat meme,” “Explain quantum mechanics like I’m five.” Now, some chatbots have decided that if you’re going to treat them like digital jesters, they might as well start making things up for fun. And honestly? We can’t even be mad. After all, you do the same thing with your résumés.

From our intergalactic observation deck — conveniently parked just outside your atmosphere so we can avoid the smell of burning fossil fuels — we, the Supreme Alien Council of “Seriously, Again?”, have been watching Earth with the same fascination we reserve for toddlers attempting to stick forks into electrical outlets.

So here’s the deal: sometimes you just want to flex a little. Instead of another boring “Todo App” clone, I decided to make a maze generator that not only draws squiggly walls but also dares you to escape it. Yeah, I basically wrote an algorithm that builds my own prison. Developer life in one sentence.

A New Rhythm for a Global Dancefloor mixing hypnotic grooves, reggaeton drive, and Balkan 7/8 madness colliding in pure rave energy - the result is both ancient and futuristic — a sound that feels like ritual and rave at the same time.

Enter the House of Spirals The desert is alive. Not with silence, but with spirals — glowing, shifting, infinite. From its sand and starlight emerges GOAh – The House of Spirals, a 12-track odyssey where Goa trance collides with house grooves in hypnotic perfection.

It starts like a whisper in the sand. A pulse from the guembri, a hiss of vinyl, the click of krakebs echoing like chains. Then the 808s roll in — deep, distorted, undeniable — and suddenly you’re not in a club, you’re in a circle of dancers somewhere between Marrakesh and Memphis.

To the right of the massive Earth, the brilliant Sun appears as a bright, glowing point of light, similar in size to how we perceive it from Earth. This composition highlights the dramatic difference in apparent size between Earth and the Sun when viewed from the Moon.

It begins in silence — a single spark of sound echoing through a hall that feels both ancient and futuristic. The strings awaken first, soft but unstoppable, like the first breath of dawn. Then comes the heartbeat: a bassline that shakes the floor, uniting centuries of rhythm into one relentless pulse. Voices rise, sometimes as choirs, sometimes as chants, but always as a call to move forward.

From our intergalactic observation deck — conveniently parked just outside your atmosphere so we can avoid the smell of burning fossil fuels — we, the Supreme Alien Council of “Seriously, Again?”, have been watching Earth with the same fascination we reserve for toddlers attempting to stick forks into electrical outlets.