This project kicked off May 18, 2026,
the day I ran out of excuses not to start. It's built in close coordination with minimum-rage.com—a crew cataloging exactly how badly the oligarch class has been fucking us
while we're busy blaming each other. Read their shit if you haven't.
Let's get one thing straight: everything is a fucking mess-and-a-half right now. And we need to
fight back. Not with vague online anger. Not with another petition routed to an intern's spam
folder. With a protocol. A distributed, anti-fragile,
can't-be-bought-in-one-backroom-handshake counter-weight. That's RORBT.
I'm a software architect by trade. That pays the bills—until I become a statistic of the next
wave of layoffs. But the part of my brain that actually cares was forged in philosophy of law,
ethics, and applied mathematics—game theory and economics. I'm not a career activist. I'm not a
nonprofit consultant. I'm someone who understands how systems collapse, how perverse incentives corrupt
institutions, and how the people running this planet have gamed every structure they inherited.
And I'm fucking tired of it.
I'm putting this entire platform together to leverage everything I've read, learned, earned, and
know—to fight back and unite with my fellow workers to build a better tomorrow and a future I
still believe is possible. Not because I'm optimistic. Because I'm stubborn on a neurodivergent
level.
We can fucking do this.
The nepo baby sons of bitches running this country may have more money than god because they
stole it from us. They may own the politicians, the media, the algorithms, the judges, and the
fucking cops. But they're dumber and less creative than goldfish. Can we be so fucking real?
They didn't have to pay back student loans while working unpaid internships because "that's where
we all started." We raised productivity 90% since 1979 and they handed us 33% of the gains. They pay CEOs
281 times what the typical worker makes, then call you entitled for asking for a living wage. They
deployed algorithmic pricing software (aka price-fixing with sexy new lingo) to jack up your rent in
lockstep with every other landlord, then called it "market efficiency." They deny 19% of in-network
medical claims on average—not because the care isn't necessary, but because an algorithm predicted you'd
be too sick, broke, or dead to appeal.
We overcome all of that, quietly, every day, while showing up to do our jobs, raise our
families, pay our bills, and keep this fucking country running. We are the root of every ounce
of durability in the system. These motherfuckers have never had to out-think a clever play
because they paid politicians to rig the whole game and law enforcement to beat the shit out of
anyone who tried to fight it—let alone out-think a distributed network of autonomous, sovereign
Orbits that rotates leadership every 90 days and can't be co-opted because there's no single
hand to shake. It's an faceless, furious hydra of guerrilla warfare, amplified by technology, that will
not yield until its demands are answered.
Now, before you think I'm some funded founder burning through a seed round while you do the
work—I'm not. I'm a volunteer. I'm building this to hopefully become a self-sustaining
organization, and I'm designing it so I won't need to be the first salary. This is not a
startup. This is a gift to the community I want to see exist. My hope is that RORBT becomes a
community-built trust—something that belongs to everyone who pours themselves into it and no one
who just wants to extract from it.
But you have to start somewhere, and right now, it's one fed-up, well-intentioned mathematician
bringing everything he has and everything he knows to bear against overwhelming odds. I know life
hasn't been so kind to most people. I know it didn't give half the people I'm fighting for the
chances it gave me. And I owe it to the ones who didn't get those chances, and didn't get those
privileges, to fight for them and for their kids to maybe, finally, have a better future than the
one we were handed.
RORBT is open to any and all volunteers. You don't need a
degree. You don't need any experience aside from the experiences you already have. You need to be angry
in a useful direction and willing to do something about it. Coders, writers, designers, organizers,
translators, shit-disturbers with a conscience—get in here.
Join the newsletter and you'll get personal correspondence from me, Kam. Not a drip campaign. Not
an automated funnel. Real updates as this thing comes to life—what's working, what's broken, what
we need, and where we're heading. The transparency starts with me.