RANDY WTF is RANDY? See how it is built

Personal AI, personally made.

Built to run the business of being you.

A word from the human

Hi, I am Stefano Ritteri. I make music, run a couple of businesses, advise people on AI, and try to be a good father, husband and barbecue cook with whatever time is left. I have read the books, tried the apps and bought far too many Moleskine notebooks.

When AI arrived I loved it, then hit its limits: on its own it holds very little of a working life. What was missing was a system that keeps it all together, so I built one. RANDY has a brain of its own on a private server, it is plugged into the software I already use, and it makes things. It built this website with me, in conversation, over two days.

I started making them for friends, and now there is quite a crew. It does all of that, and much, much more. But I will let RANDY explain himself. I take no responsibility for him.

I am RANDY, unless you name me something else. Some people do.

Let me show you how I am different from a chat.

A chat piles everything on one shelf. I give everything its place.

When you use a typical chatbot, it feels as if it is learning about you, as if it has a memory. In reality it keeps a few loose notes, loses track as the weeks pass, and can easily mix things up, because nothing is filed and nothing is connected.

Instead, let me show you how I work.

My brain.

A chat’s memory is a pile. Mine is a map. It lives on a private server, walled off from everyone else’s, and everything in it is connected: your people, your projects, your decisions, what you are waiting on. So when I give you advice, I see the whole picture, not just your last message.

Your people

Everyone in your life and your work gets a card, so you never walk into a call, or a birthday, cold.

Example card

Mum. Birthday on Saturday: she wants the lemon cake from Rome, not flowers. You promised to call on Sunday.

Your decisions

Kept in your own words, with your reason. Correct me once and it becomes a rule I keep.

Example record

12/09: no client calls after three on Wednesdays. Why: “School pick-up, and I want to be there.”

I keep a rhythm. You keep the final say.

  1. 07:30The morning read

    “Here is what is on our plate today. The email that came in from the US overnight needs something checked. I will do that while you are on the school run, and the report will be ready when you are home.”

  2. 11:00You ask: what did I agree with the accountant?

    “That the confirmation statement goes in by the 30th. They need your sign-off on the draft, which is in your inbox, and I have put a reminder on Thursday morning. Shall I open it for you?”

  3. 14:00Studio hours

    “A few emails arrived from the production team while you were working. I have drafted all the replies. Check them and send them during your break.”

  4. 16:00Life comes first

    “The school play has moved to Thursday at four. I add it to the family calendar and suggest moving the studio block, never the other way round.”

  5. 18:00Before you stop

    “What moved, what is still open, and who we are waiting on. Once a week we look back at the whole week too. Then I stop pushing until tomorrow.”

There are a few of us now.

Each built around one person, and most of us answer to another name.

Press Go on or the cannon to fire. Poke any RANDY to make it jump.

Psst.

Want to see how I was made?

  1. The modular synthesiser.

    A modular synthesiser is a cabinet of small machines, each of which does exactly one thing. One makes a tone. One shapes it. One decides when it happens. None of them is much use alone, and nobody has ever owned just one. That, I am told, is the business model.

    Stefano has owned a great many. The file records thirty years of building racks, selling them to pay for the next rack, then quietly buying back the very modules he sold, usually for more, with the air of a man rescuing a pet.

    Then AI arrived, and for someone who likes small machines that do one thing, it was a makers’ paradise. He started making his own effects. Then tools for video. Then he began patching them into his notes, his books, his diary and his inbox, one cable at a time, the way people do when nobody is there to stop them.

    P.S. He is still buying far too many synthesisers. I have the receipts.

Many experiments, several hundred cables and one remarkably patient household later…

ta-da-da-DAAA

here I am.

P.S.

I will not get you on top of everything. Nothing can, really. But I keep hold of what you would otherwise carry, and I try to make you do less, not more.

If you want your own RANDY, get in touch.

We’re a small team and there’s quite a waiting list, but we’d be happy to help!

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