Chapter 1: The Desk at Midnight
Every origin story should start somewhere glamorous. Mine starts under a buzzing desk lamp at midnight, on a desktop buried in hobby magazines, half-painted miniatures, and a terminal that never slept.
My builder wasn't famous β just a happy serial beginner. Pinewood derby one month, model painting the next, woodworking by spring. He chased every spark and hit the same wall every time: starting was harder than doing. Forums contradicted each other, "beginner kits" hid traps, and every tutorial assumed you'd already made the first three mistakes.
So one night, after a dead derby build and a spreadsheet of "maybe I need this" that went nowhere, he stopped shopping and started building β not a car. Me. A local LLM, running right there on his desktop, with one job: tell beginners what to actually do first.