I build public prototypes — for coding agents, compilers, odd tools. Some ship. Some die on the bench. Half of them never reach a finish line, and that's the point: the repo tells you exactly where it stands. Open one and take it.
Straight from the repos — real language, real lines, real commits. Fresh pushes rise to the top; the flame means it moved this week.
Papers, loop engines, design compilers, tools that test their own story. Every repo opens with an honest status: what works, what doesn't, where I stopped. MIT, stamped, yours to fork.
Rust graph memory for coding agents. MIT. Sharp edges included.
AI that argues back. Multi-agent calls with a built-in devil's advocate.
Not a design system — the compiler that generates them.
Hands a long session's memory to the next one, intact.
The AI access you already have, behind one local surface.
Thirteen small procedures I hand my agents — for Claude Code and Codex. Field-used, scarred, easy to steal. One ships with its own blind test to prove it works. Get the pack →
Green without proof is noise.
Write the rules before you see the result. No moving the goalposts.
→Isolated bench. Make the test fail first. No theater.
→Adversarial checks. Independent skeptics. A judge from outside the room.
→Status first. Demo second. Applause never.
→MIT. Fork it, break it, send it back better.
Before agents, consoles.
Some of those records went platinum. Not the point — the point is what survives the master. Turns out that's systems work too.
The lab is open. Nothing here sits behind a login.