Author: Ronald Morgan

I remember sitting at my desk three months ago, surrounded by half-finished drone parts and a tangle of charging cables that looked more like a...

I was standing on a freezing street corner in Montreal last November, clutching a lukewarm coffee and staring at a digital map that seemed to...

I still remember the late nights during my undergrad at UW, hunched over a glowing monitor like a character in a low-budget cyberpunk flick, feeling...

The other night, I was hunched over my workbench, mid-solder on a new custom drone frame, when I realized I hadn’t spoken a single word...

Ever feel like the world is constantly trying to force a software update on you while your internal processor is already running at 99% capacity?...

I remember sitting in my workshop last Tuesday, surrounded by the smell of solder and the hum of my latest custom drone prototype, when I...

I remember my first studio apartment in San Jose—it was so cramped I felt like I was living inside a malfunctioning Millennium Falcon cockpit, where...

I remember sitting in my workshop last summer, surrounded by the smell of solder and the frantic whirring of a custom drone motor that just...

Ever sat staring at a blinking cursor, feeling like you’re trying to program a sentient AI when you’re actually just trying to describe yourself? We’ve...

I remember sitting in a cramped, neon-lit coffee shop in downtown Seattle, surrounded by a thousand souls, yet feeling more isolated than a lone probe...