
Project Magma-Modular: The IKEA of the Apocalypse
I have destroyed my fingers with a hammer. I have sliced my hand open stripping electrical wires. I have hauled cement bags up a mountain in the …
If you’re looking for the pristine showroom with the velvet ropes, you’re in the wrong place. This is the shop floor.
It smells like ozone, burnt coffee, and fresh sawdust. Here lie the half-built engines, the prototypes held together by digital duct tape, and the occasional finished product that actually works.
We build in public here. The code is open, the mistakes are visible, and the safety guards are removed.
Grab a hard hat.

I have destroyed my fingers with a hammer. I have sliced my hand open stripping electrical wires. I have hauled cement bags up a mountain in the …

The server crashed while I was trying to explain CSS to an LLM. It was 3 AM, and my brain was a cauldron of caffeine and existential dread. I have a …