Surrounded by Agents

You start noticing it one Tuesday morning. Maybe it’s the way your coworker says “I’m grateful for this challenge” when the project’s gone to hell. Or perhaps it’s how your barista tells you, “every interaction is an opportunity to lead,” when you just asked if they still offer oat milk.

Either way, it hits you: no one talks like themselves anymore.

They talk like they’re in a job interview and a LinkedIn post. Like someone’s always watching. Which, of course, they are.

You wonder if you missed a memo. There may have been a firmware update, but for people.

You sit in meetings where everyone nods at nothing. You attend dinner parties where people say things like, “I’m currently focused on personal scaling.” One guy says, “I’ve optimized my joy schedule.” You try to laugh, but no one else does. You swirl your drink, suddenly unsure if you're supposed to taste the irony or swallow it.

Your best friend used to send you voice notes full of chaos—rambling stories, crying over boys, singing off-key in the kitchen. Now she sends you bullet points: three takeaways and a thank-you.

You look at her. Same face, different presence. Like she’s been replaced by a better-behaved version of herself. Polite. Polished. Void.

You ask someone at work how their weekend was. They say, “Productive.” You ask again, slower: “No really. What did you feel?” They blink like it’s a pop quiz.

Everywhere you go, the same performance. The same bright teeth. The exact curated authenticity. You realize you’re not surrounded by people anymore. You’re surrounded by Agents

Not the spy kind. Not the robot kind either, not exactly. Just… people who’ve given up thinking for themselves. People who learned the lines and stuck to them. The kind who wait for someone to tell them who to be. What to like. What to say in the elevator.

They’re not evil. They’re not even trying to trick you. They just don’t remember how to be unplanned.

You start to talk less. Not out of fear, but fatigue. Every word you say gets mirrored back to you in a slightly repackaged format, like a branded echo. You start to wonder: What would happen if you screamed? Not in anger, but in pure randomness. Just shouted "Mushroom thunderpants!” in the middle of a strategy session. Would they even flinch?

One night you stay up late watching old home videos. Your dad in a ratty t-shirt, laughing mid-sneeze. Your mom yelling at someone off camera, half smiling, half annoyed. The dog barking at nothing. It feels like a relic. An artifact of when people didn’t edit themselves in real time.

You wonder if anyone else misses that. The mess of being real.

You think maybe you’ll try to un-agent yourself. Say the thing that doesn’t land. Cry too loudly. Be boring without apologizing. You’ll ask someone how they really are and wait through the silence. Maybe they’ll remember. Maybe you both will.

It’s 2030. You’re surrounded by Agents.

But maybe you don’t have to be one of them.

You’re still here. That’s already something.

You read this far because something in you recognizes the glitch the flicker behind the smile, the longing beneath the autopilot. Because maybe you're tired of fitting your soul into a bullet point.

And perhaps you share our belief: that we can build a future where humans remain human. Where AI Agents work for us, not the other way around. Where your weird, unfiltered, brilliant self belongs in the room and not just your resume.

We're not here to automate your personality or polish your pitch. We're here to help you build MVPs, products, and digital experiences by humans, for humans—clean, real, emotion-filled ones.

The kind that makes people feel something again.

If you're building something and still have a pulse… You’re our kind of founder.

Let’s design the future together without losing what makes us us.

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🧠 Chapter Two is coming. Stay human. Stay weird. Stay tuned. 

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