C Williams

Charles Williams occupies a small, insignificant coordinate in the eastern United States. For years, he functioned as a microscopic cog within a vast, sprawling, and deeply secretive government apparatus, an organization whose obsessive need to monitor everything is matched only by its terrifyingly infinite reach. His role mostly involved sitting quietly and intercepting signals that the agency inevitably filed away in some boundless, encrypted void. Currently, he runs a consultancy dedicated to pointing out the glaring, inevitable vulnerabilities in other people's computer systems. When he isn't staring into the abyss of artificial intelligence, he writes about how reality is almost certainly a meaningless simulation, a miserable conclusion he detailed in his paper, WTF is REALity.