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Who am I (being)?
I am from Argentina. I say this up front so nobody gets hurt.
It started in Buenos Aires, with a beige machine that did exactly what I told it to do. Nobody had warned me. A kid should never be handed that kind of power without supervision. I typed a command, the thing obeyed, and some wire in my brain fused for good. I have been chasing that first hit ever since.
I got a Computer Science degree and went straight to work as a developer, writing ASP and PHP, which in those days passed for a respectable trade. Terrible, beautiful code. Some of it may still be running somewhere, God help them.
Then the question got me. The how stopped being enough. I wanted to know why anybody needed the thing built in the first place. So I crossed over, and I took the keyboard with me. I am a generalist, which is a polite word for a man who knows a little about everything and stays in the room when the engineers start talking.
Somewhere in there I enrolled in an MSc in Data Science and Artificial Intelligence while holding a full-time job, a decision no sane person would defend. They gave me summa cum laude. I suspect a clerical error and have chosen to leave it alone.
These days I live in Montpellier and work at Bluesquare, a Belgian digital health outfit, on OpenHEXA: open-source software that public health teams use to wrestle their data into something they can act on. I am also the company's self-appointed AI engineer, which has given me the privilege of building things like MCP servers for Pathways and AI assistants for grant applications.
OK, so AI is the biggest, strangest story of my lifetime, and I am in no condition to watch it quietly from my browser. I am equally excited and terrified by it. I read about minds at ungodly hours: consciousness, evolution, Hofstadter and his loops, how a pile of neurons or numbers gets up one morning and starts thinking. I understand perhaps a fifth of it. It is the best fifth I own.
I am also a drummer, which the neighbors can confirm. A father of two, outnumbered and outmaneuvered. An avid reader with an audiobook running at all hours. And a proud Argentinean, so football is a hereditary condition with no cure and one persistent symptom: hope.