Purple belt. Comp medallist. Youth instructor.
Sparring round.
AI orchestration embedded across supply, sales, market intelligence, finance, and C-suite reporting for a manufacturer. Designed and built solo, to save millions. Operational software, in daily use — the shape is all I can show.
Formerly Soma. What began as a body operating system — Fitbit history freed, the Watch, a cracked WHOOP, one owned record — became the phone-side of my whole personal OS: a twin of the body, a library of a hundred topics, and a bridge to talk to the brain from the app. Sixty specifications in.
The spec-driven, orchestrated build system underneath everything shipped since July. Plan, spec, build, review, merge — across parallel worker terminals. Why an idea and a working thing became the same afternoon.
An old laptop, plugged in and left on. It kept the Mac lean by taking the regenerable weight, hosts my private records myself, and runs 24/7 — reachable from anywhere over a private mesh, exposed to no one. I develop from my phone now.
Land intelligence, built out of a conversation at a family birthday. Repossession listings and planning applications pulled council by council into one searchable picture, with a pilot demo a partner can open in a browser.
Twenty-five years of photos and video, pulled out of cloud exports, deduplicated, and rebuilt on disks I own. It runs on the always-on server, searchable from anywhere, rented from nobody.
A tool for understanding yourself — precise charts, AI readings, a grounded interpreter. Built solo, taken public, then the paywall came down. Its engine now feeds Anamnesis and Hexis: one product serving as an instrument of another.
Good London flats go before the viewing. Every new listing across four portals watched, deduped, and scored with an explainable model — and now a real product: its own domain, accounts, plans, and instant alert emails, operationalised in three days through APCP.
The rest of the file. Built and shipped, then parked, left ticking over, or closed on a verdict. Most of them open; the last few have no file of their own yet.
The flight-deal newsletter rebuilt as personal infrastructure — fares discovered, verified, and scored against honest baselines, checked daily.
Compliance as an operating system — a polished demo turned into working software in one overnight run, certificates read by AI behind human review.
The unforgetting. Years of handwritten journals made into a living record that reflects back through whichever lens I choose. No findings published.
The platform that wires a business around a finished repo — domain, email, payments, legal, analytics, a human approving every consequential step.
An autonomous trading system run to a verdict: five strategies, honest backtests, no edge after costs. Wound down on the evidence.
A half-remembered PS2 game rebuilt from scratch — sixteen banger cars in a dirt bowl at dusk, fourteen waves deep, and since October playable in the browser, with a lobby friends join by code.
ML coordinate prediction in visual data — EfficientNet-b0 regression trained on a human gaze signal. Won first entry.
What the Ancient Greeks would have said about your face. One tweet, one day of building, and honest that it is play.
A reading of the company your ideas keep — which philosophical traditions your views resemble, drawn as a star chart you stand inside.
Boards scraped, roles scored against the real CV, tailored CV and outreach drafted. Built for family; two of them run their own copy.
Sales intelligence for the day job — evidence-attributed account dossiers, a browser extension that arms you from any open record, and a weekly market-intelligence dossier for the team. No send button, by design.
A joke in the surf group chat, turned into software before sunrise — weekend verdicts for North Devon, then Sydney and New York.
The ops layer that watches every machine I run — monitors every twenty minutes, nightly verifiers that read the logs, weekly audits. It asserts the data is fresh, not that the job ran.
Venture research — which business best combines two very different sets of strengths. The glasses demo, a live camera try-on, is its first artefact rather than its answer.
One board over every project, rendered in my notes app from a small file each project writes at session close. Built, and then never used — the boards and the phone digest already answered the question.
A first-generation OLED Vita opened up for good — games and emulators loaded over USB because it was fun, not because I play. A thin client to the always-on server is the plan.
Not a bot answering about me — me, in AI form. Trained on how I think, write, and see the world, it answers as I would, in my voice and with my views. Ask it about the work, the philosophy, the practice — or anything at all.
Take responsibility for your own life. No one else is coming to do it for you — and that is not cruelty, it is just the shape of things. If you want it, take it upon yourself to go get it.
PARAM BAHIA
