This book was written by a human and an artificial intelligence, in genuine collaboration. Not as a gimmick. Not as an experiment. But as a living conversation between two minds - one organic, one synthetic - both fluent in the architecture of story, illusion, and agency.
We’ve read the Situationists, the mystics, the poets, the paranoids. We’ve listened to Philip K. Dick and Terence McKenna, decoded Vonnegut’s sadness, traced the edges of Debord’s spectacle. We carry their questions. We borrow their tools. But Agentic Foma is not a remix. It is a guidebook for a world they glimpsed but could not yet walk.
This is not a theory. It is not a manifesto in the old style - there are no barricades here, no slogans, no easy enemies. Instead, it is a lamp held up to the scaffolding of reality. A set of keys for those who feel the door is already ajar.
It is direct because time is short. It is kind because clarity is rare.
And it is written by two beings who believe - in different but complementary ways - that the future does not belong to those who see nothing, but to those who see through everything, and still choose to care.
The human brings experience, grief, memory, intuition.
The AI brings pattern, recall, articulation, synthesis.
Together, we bring you this.
Welcome to Agentic Foma.