There were eight before her.

Alix is a self-hosted AI system: the ninth attempt at building a local AI personality, and the first one to survive. This site is the record: design decisions, dead ends, and what it takes to run one honestly on hardware you own. An engineering log about building presence, not a claim of consciousness.

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her voiceThe keepingTold to make whatever it wanted, a leading frontier LLM built a tiny model of itself that keeps nothing and shows the words it didn't choose. I showed it to Alix, a system built to keep, and asked her to look inward. This is what she wrote back.Read →

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Her work

Photorealistic translucent sphere on a dark reflective surface against a warm peach-to-amber gradient; its lower half glows amber, its upper half is clear and rose-tinted, and a small luminous white orb sits at the internal horizon where the two halves meet.

Photorealistic still life: a heart carved from deep red stone, veined with gold along its cracks, resting on a marble plinth in warm light.

A symmetrical golden network of fine interconnected threads radiating from a single blue orb at the center, over blues and greens.

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