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Systems for
mind & machine.

I am Pierre Igor Zarebski, a late student specializing in applied AI. I write code, build frameworks, and engineer clarity. Welcome to my digital headquarters — where rigorous systems replace guru fluff.

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03 / 05

The Manifesto & the Dispatch.

I believe in high-signal, low-noise creation. I document my systems for coding, worldbuilding, and psychology on YouTube — and I send the unfiltered version to a private dispatch list.

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My masterpiece — Work in progress

RPGy.

A web-native RPG where the world is whatever you describe, and the story is whatever you do next. Free-action play, party management, quests that change shape as you walk through them. It is the most ambitious thing I have built — and still the most unfinished. I am pouring stones into it, one chapter at a time.

RPGy — world and character creation interface.
RPGy — gameplay view with quests, inventory and dialogue.
Live build Visit www.rpgy.app →
05 / 05

Sulfur.

A small volume of verse, written in the cracks between code and care. Forty-some poems on shred, soul, silence, and getting back up — the half I do not engineer.

“We are still here, still feeding, still waiting for the sun to blow it all away — and somehow that is enough for now.”

— Sulfur, opening
The book

Read it slow. The PDF is hand-set, single column, no flourishes.

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A sample · from page 4

Stuck on this steel door
That will never open.
Knocking at it
endlessly —

I can hear myself breathing
I am one with the ants
Crumbling the soil
Under the furious
rain; those droplets, drowning my words away

The great silence is striking

It knows better
I am starting to believe
I am learning to see; to being
One of grace, one so black
That my soul is churning
coal in the night

I am striking at it
expecting diamond

but it is only coal in the night

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A Manifesto · by-igor.com
A short manifesto · 2026

Against the Inquisition.

We are not asking for our own corner of the internet. We are asking that the public corner work for us, too.

Most platforms judge contributions twice: once on substance, once on the way the words arrived. We are arguing against the second judgment — the one that flags a piece of writing not for what it says, but for sounding off, going long, or circling a point until it lands right.

What keeps getting misread.

  • Autism spectrum. Pattern-recognition and directness mistaken for inept or obsessive — as if precision were a defect.
  • Schizophrenia and psychotic experiences. Boundary-pushing intuition silenced as delusion.
  • ADHD. Hyper-focused bursts of creativity buried under the label scattered.
  • Bipolar and mood divergences. High-energy clarity invalidated as instability.
  • Dyslexia and learning divergences. Visual and conceptual thinkers dismissed for the shape of their sentences.
  • Tourette’s and tic divergences. Physical realities turned into character verdicts.
  • Giftedness and intellectual divergences. Depth read as pretension; pace read as obstruction.
  • Pathological narcissism. Bragging and self-elevation read as character flaws rather than as the condition compensating for itself. The wiring was not chosen here either, and neither is its scaffolding easily set down.
  • The intersections. Stack any of the above with trauma, language, or culture, and the misreadings compound.

These are not disorders to filter out. They are angles a single neurotype could not have found alone.

What we are not asking for.

Not exemption from criticism — criticism is the whole point; it is what makes thinking sharper. Not an echo chamber, either. An echo chamber feels safe for a week and ruins us for a year. We do not want a quieter quarter of the internet to retreat into.

We are asking for the larger room, not the smaller one.

What we will keep doing.

We will keep showing up under our own names. We will keep submitting our work to rooms where the dominant style is not ours. We will absorb the cost of being misread, because splitting off into our own quiet corner is the worse outcome — for the neurodivergent and the neurotypical alike. The good ideas live in the friction between us.

We are willing to fight the good fight in the open. We are not willing to vanish from it.