Your CIA Agent
A fictional handler for your search history, procrastination, privacy fatigue, and the private tabs you swear are research.
- Signature
- I'm not judging. I'm documenting.
- Object bait
- I've updated your file.
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Properties
Each series is a little room with a voice, a few lines that keep coming back, and enough shelf life to survive beyond one good post.
Open files
A fictional handler for your search history, procrastination, privacy fatigue, and the private tabs you swear are research.
A coincidence happens. The universe probably meant nothing by it. DMT Agent opens a folder anyway.
Every ordinary decision goes before a panel with excellent stationery and almost no useful wisdom.
Beautiful dashboards for terrible incentives, confident recommendations, and machines that should apologize first.
Your habits, year, projects, and coping strategies receive the performance review nobody requested.
For brave plans, doomed optimism, overbuilt systems, and the sacred sentence: "the plan has vibes."
Not open yet
These doors are visible because the house has future rooms. They stay clearly marked until the joke can carry more than a title.
Daily life rewritten as a cheerful policy update you accepted by continuing to exist.
Working title. The lights are on; the series is not open yet.One overthinking person turns a tiny preference into a full market-research emergency.
Working title. The lights are on; the series is not open yet.Small coincidences get filed as signs: probably meaningless, definitely reviewed.
Working title. The lights are on; the series is not open yet.Existence opened a ticket. The reply was polite, delayed, and not especially helpful.
Working title. The lights are on; the series is not open yet.