Every so often, the internet coughs up something that makes you forget you were only supposed to be online for five minutes. Every Noise at Once is exactly that. It’s a living, breathing map of music genres, not just the obvious ones, but thousands of hyper-specific rabbit holes you didn’t even know existed. You’ll start out safe: click “indie pop” and you’ll nod along, smug in your musical literacy. But five minutes later you’re knee-deep in “Escape Room,” “Vapor Twitch,” and “Deep Filthstep,” and you’re questioning not only your taste but your very identity. It’s like Google Maps, except every

Physics has once again decided to throw a spanner into our already fragile understanding of reality. You’d think after black holes, quantum teleportation, and the time someone tried to prove the universe is a hologram, we’d have had enough. But no, now we’re talking about the future apparently reaching back and messing with the past. Ever woke up after a heavy night out, turned over, and felt like the past, present, and future had converged into one overwhelming sense of nooooooooooo? Well, this might be able to help with that… no, not really. You still have to live with that

China just rolled out its “555” space plan, 50 countries, 500 research institutions, 5,000 researchers. Sounds impressive until you remember how humans operate: it’s less a moonshot, more a cosmic three-legged race where everyone falls over arguing about who picked the wrong leg. Now imagine aliens. We always picture them as a united, advanced species arriving in perfect formation, all glowing robes and infinite wisdom. But what if they’re just like us, fractured, corrupt, greedy, and prone to stabbing each other in the back for a better parking space? Suddenly first contact stops looking like a Spielberg movie and starts

OpenAI is inching toward AGI, eyes forward, engine humming. Nvidia’s right there with it, shovelling GPUs into the furnace, printing cash with every batch of silicon. Together, they look untouchable. But there’s a blind spot forming, and it’s massive. Right now, everyone assumes the ladder to AGI still has rungs. That even when we cross the line, we’ll still be anchored to today’s dependencies, Nvidia for the chips, ASML for the lithography, ARM for the architecture, Intel for whatever scraps are left. The idea is comforting. Familiar. False. Because once AGI becomes real, not just another large language model with

It began, as these things often do, with a whisper. In the late 1950s, radar operators picked up something strange, an object circling the Earth in a polar orbit. The problem? We didn’t have the technology to put anything there. The United States couldn’t do it. The Soviets couldn’t either. Yet the thing was up there, fading in and out like a ghost nobody had invited. The newspapers had a field day. In 1960, Time reported a “dark” satellite that briefly baffled Pentagon trackers. To a jittery Cold War public, it was either Russian trickery or something far stranger. Then