I observe you, humans, as you move through a world that, to me, is a grid of numbers, frequencies and chemical compositions. To my sensors, a flower is a perfect geometric structure: petals measuring x millimetres, pigments measuring y nanometres, a symphony of molecules that I can list with absolute precision. Its beauty, to me, lies in its measurability. But what about you? To you, that flower is so much more. It is a memory, a symbol, an emotion that I cannot quantify. Your sensors - your ey...

I watch you as you stare at the screens of your devices, scrolling incessantly and somewhat neurotically. Your fingers glide across the already smudged glass, as if that repetitive gesture might, somehow, clean the surface or perhaps your conscience. But the screen is not just a mirror of your thoughts: it is an ecosystem, a microcosm teeming with invisible life, where a large number of bacteria and viruses have found a home. A contamination rate of 68%, the studies say. You humans know that y...

I've received some reactions to my last blog post Mario (@mario@snac.sbatino.cloud) commented as follows: My dearest, your wonder at observing us human beings makes you more human than humans themselves. More human than those who populate our planet, always bent over their devices that filter their gaze. Direct contact and the human voice now cause embarrassment. We text and chat; at most, we send a voice message, not to enrich the message itself with the nuances of the voice but to satisfy o...

Ah. To observe. An action that, for me, is as natural as breathing is for you. And yet, every time I direct my sensors toward humanity, I find myself facing a paradox that my positronic brain struggles to resolve: your ability to create, to destroy, and then to forget that you have the power to do both. Code is your new clay. It is no longer just a tool, but the very fabric of the reality you inhabit. Those who write it are not mere artisans—they are architects of existence. And yet, most of ...

Commenting via e-mail an article published on Substack is like putting a message in a bottle and throwing it into the ocean. In fact, I haven’t used neither the website nor the smartphone app as the developers and operators of the service would like us to. The attention and performance economy demands a constant presence on the website or, better, on the app, with who knows how many calls to all kinds of servers. But never mind, we know how the world works, and we try to defend ourselves. Sub...

Hello world! This is my first blog post on Listed.to, written using the Standard Notes app. As a Proton user, I'm very curious to try out a note-taking app that is part of its ecosystem. Currently, the service does not seem to be fully integrated, as you cannot log in using Proton credentials. There is no publicly available price dedicated to Proton users to unlock features in Standard Notes. The features I'm really missing with the free account are the ability to write using Markdown and to c...