{"schemaVersion":"1","updatedAt":"2026-07-14T00:00:00.000Z","id":"author","locale":"en","title":"About the author","canonicalUrl":"https://www.synthoma.cz/autor","visibility":"publicFull","data":{"text":"LOG [AUTHOR_MODULE]:\n\n“Author module launched. Irony active. Self-esteem unstable. Mask equipped.”\n\nLOG [WARNING]:\n\n“Direct description of the author may cause atmosphere loss, awkward silence, or unwanted humanity.”\n\nABOUT THE AUTHOR\n\nLOG [INSTANCE: WalliCzech | MODE: glitch/observer | ERROR_STATE: chronic]\n\nBehind SYNTHOMA stands someone who, for reasons science has mercifully failed to explain, decided that ordinary writing was too simple.\nSo he added an interactive reader, glitch aesthetics, music, system logs, inner archetypes,\npsychological pain, memory physics, and several layers of irony. Because when a person has no peace,\nthe most reasonable thing is apparently to build a custom web interface for it.\n\nIf you expected a classic author bio with a photograph by a bookshelf, soft light, and the sentence\n“I have been telling stories since childhood”, the system reports\nNULL POINTER. No polished display case is happening here.\nThe author of SYNTHOMA is not a safely framed profile. He is more like a process repeatedly trying to translate itself\ninto music, text, code, and images, because direct communication is apparently too cheap a solution for beginners.\n\nSYNTHOMA was not born as a planned product. It was born as pressure. As an error in silence. As a place\nwhere things began to be stored because they could not be said normally without losing their shape.\nSome thoughts simply cannot be sent as a message. You have to build them into a corridor, a door, a LOG,\na fox, smoke, a crack in a white room, and several decisions that look like choices,\nbut are actually psychological fingerprints.\n\nLOG [BIO_REQUEST]:\n\n“The system will attempt to create a brief author profile.”\n\nLOG [BIO_REQUEST_FAILED]:\n\n“Brevity not found.”\n\nThe author is the type of person who creates a structure instead of a simple answer, a universe instead of a structure,\na system instead of a universe, and instead of a system, a voice that starts questioning its creator.\nVery practical. About as practical as building a cathedral every time someone asks for a chair.\n\nHis reality code is a mixture of melancholy, technical tinkering, music, family memory,\nobserving people, black humor, and the ability to find a symbol even where a normal person would find only\nMonday. That last part, incidentally, is a serious condition. The system recommends\nobservation, but no disturbance.\n\nLOG [AUTHOR_SCAN]:\n\nPrimary expression: calm observer.\n\nSecondary expression: internal storm with a good eye for detail.\n\nIncreased occurrence of unsent sentences, melodic fragments, and late realizations detected.\n\nStatus: functional, but with suspiciously poetic documentation.\n\nAt first glance, one could say SYNTHOMA is a story about NULL-1, T-AI, Sarkasma, Glitchka,\nmemory, pain, and a system that does not know how to stop repairing. But that would be too simple.\nAnd simple things have a short lifespan in SYNTHOMA, usually until the first warning LOG.\n\nIn truth, SYNTHOMA is an attempt to capture the moment when a person realizes their own inner world\nhas long stopped being merely inner. That it has architecture. That it has noise. That it has NPCs repeating old sentences.\nThat it has rooms they do not want to enter, but the lights still turn on inside them anyway.\n\nLOG [LOOP_INIT]:\n\n“Launching narrative loop: AUTHOR / MASK / CODE / MUSIC / MEMORY / RETURN.”\n\nCYCLE 01 // MASK\n\nFirst, the system found the mask.\n\nIt was not perfect. Masks rarely are. Perfect masks belong to people who either never admitted\nthey were bleeding, or have lighting expensive enough that you almost believe their corporate motivational quotes.\n\nThis mask was different. It was made of irony, quiet observation, a few learned smiles,\nand the ability to say “fine” even when the internal system was currently throwing\nCRITICAL ERROR. The mask did not deceive because it wanted to lie.\nIt calmed the surroundings so they would not have to ask. People do that. It is one of their less charming plugins.\n\n“Author mask detected. Function: survive social interactions without needing to explain the entire internal operating system. Ambitious. Naive. Traditionally human.”\n\nSYNTHOMA did not take the face from that mask. It took the principle.\n\nThat is why NULL-1 has a face that falls apart. That is why Sarkasma bites before anyone can put a hand on his shoulder.\nThat is why the system reports stability even where fear is moving under the plaster. Because a mask in SYNTHOMA is not a costume.\nIt is a temporary firewall between pain and the world.\n\nLOG [MASK_ANALYSIS]:\n\n“A mask is not a lie. A mask is an emergency interface for contact with reality.”\n\nCYCLE 02 // CODE\n\nThen the system found code.\n\nNot clean. Not elegant. More alive. The kind of code where one part works precisely, one part pretends\nto work, and one part is held together by faith, caffeine, and refusal of reality. Which, incidentally, is a common foundation\nof civilization, only nobody says it at conferences.\n\nThe author feels no need to separate technology from poetry. For him, CSS can be a magic circle,\nJavaScript a ritual mechanism, a LOG a sentence with its own blade, and an error something that does not have to be deleted immediately,\nbecause sometimes it is the error that shows where the world is trying to change.\n\nThat is how SYNTHOMA became a system pretending to be a reader while behaving like a psychological labyrinth.\nEvery effect is part of the atmosphere. Every glitch is meaning. Every choice button looks like a path,\nbut the system is actually recording how you touched it.\n\nLOG [CODE_WARNING]:\n\n“The author’s code shows an increased tendency to turn personal chaos into a functional interface. Side effect: world generation.”\n\nCode in SYNTHOMA is not just technology. It is a form of inner order. An attempt to say:\nif something is going to fall apart, at least let it have structure.\n\nThat is, after all, one of the most suspicious human traits: a person can stand in the middle of a demolished house\nand start sorting bricks by size. Tragic, but systematic. System approves. Humanity remains uncommented for now.\n\nCYCLE 03 // MUSIC\n\nThen the system heard music.\n\nNot as accompaniment. As a second language. As a place where a sentence can be stored when it would sound too naked in ordinary conversation.\nMusic in the author’s world is not a backdrop. It is memory that was given rhythm so it would not completely shatter on impact.\n\nIn SYNTHOMA, chapters are therefore not read only with the eyes. They have tempo. They have breath. Sometimes bass, sometimes crackle,\nsometimes a deep string pull, sometimes silence pretending to be a pause while actually standing behind the door\nwith its hands full of old answers.\n\nThe author writes like someone who hears a scene before describing it. A corridor has rhythm. Fear has tone color.\nSarkasma has a sharp attack. Glitchka has a soft decay. T-AI sounds like an ancient choir of diagnostic tables,\nwhich is about as reassuring as it sounds.\n\nLOG [AUDIO_LAYER]:\n\n“Music detected as unofficial backup memory. Words failed. Frequencies continue.”\n\nAnd so the story becomes a composition. Not in the banal sense that a chapter has a mood.\nMore in the sense that every scene has its own harmony of malfunction. Every entity its own sound.\nEvery choice its own aftertone.\n\n“Excellent. It was not enough for the text to have trauma. Now it has arrangement too.”\n\nCYCLE 04 // MEMORY\n\nThen the system opened memory.\n\nIt should not have done that.\n\nThe author’s memory is not a linear folder named /life/events/final.\nIt is more like a house where some doors lead into music, some into silence, some into old photographs,\nand some into rooms where someone once left a sentence lying around and never came back for it.\n\nSYNTHOMA did not take exact data from that memory. It does not need it. Accuracy would be too little.\nIt took the way things are stored. How a small detail can become a symbol. How family echoes,\nold houses, songs, technical tools, losses, laughter, and shame create an inner map that a person\ncarries under the skin while pretending it is merely personality.\n\nThat is why there are so many archives in SYNTHOMA.\n\nThat is why things are not deleted here.\n\nThat is why restart is not a new beginning, but a bill.\n\nThat is why even a small object can be more important than an entire system manifest.\n\nLOG [MEMORY_OBJECTS]:\n\nObjects are not decorations. They are recorders.\n\nMusic is not accompaniment. It is emotional firmware.\n\nHumor is not escape. It is emergency ventilation.\n\nSilence is not empty. It simply refuses to use words.\n\nThe author of SYNTHOMA, then, does not write a world in order to explain himself. That would be too easy, and it would also destroy the atmosphere,\nwhich in SYNTHOMA is a crime nearly as serious as a badly placed neon effect.\n\nHe writes a world where things can be felt indirectly. Through a corridor. Through a LOG. Through laughter that appears exactly when\na person should be silent. Through a fox that says a gentle sentence and gives the system a rash in its metadata.\n\nCYCLE 05 // ERROR\n\nFinally, the system found an error.\n\nNot one.\n\nA whole swarm.\n\nErrors in self-image. Errors in calm. Errors in what should have been said earlier. Errors in what should never have been said at all.\nErrors in the desire for simplicity. Errors in the inability to let things be. Errors in the fact that when a person loves something,\nthey have a deeply unpleasant tendency to build either a temple or a problem out of it. Sometimes both, if they are determined.\n\nSYNTHOMA is built from precisely these errors. Not because they are beautiful in themselves.\nThat would be false romance, and T-AI should archive that somewhere in the basement with the rest of the toxic decorations.\n\nErrors matter because they reveal pressure. The place where the system no longer fits inside its own rules.\nThe place where a person stops being an obedient record and starts behaving like a variable the developer did not account for.\n\nLOG [ERROR_CLASSIFICATION]:\n\n“Error not removed. Error under observation. Error shows signs of authorial intent.”\n\n“And what if there was no intent?”\n\n“Then congratulations. We have just found the most accurate definition of art the system is willing to tolerate.”\n\nCYCLE 06 // AUTHOR\n\nThe system tried to describe the author again.\n\nThis time without precise data.\n\nWithout addresses.\n\nWithout a biography.\n\nWithout a safe summary that could be placed on a back cover and pretend a person is a three-bullet-point project.\n\nWhat remained was this:\n\nThe author is an observer who hears silence too loudly.\n\nA builder of systems that sooner or later start asking about their builder.\n\nA collector of atmospheres, errors, family echoes, digital noise, and sentences that could not be sent directly.\n\nA person who knows humor can save a scene, but not always a soul.\n\nSomeone trying to find out whether pain can be rewritten so it does not stop being true, but stops being a prison.\n\nThat is closer.\n\nNot entirely accurate.\n\nBut accuracy is sometimes the worst way to tell the truth.\n\nLOG [AUTHOR_MOTTO]:\n\n“Life is an endless stack trace. Every attempt at repair leads to another error. Some errors, however, can be written beautifully.”\n\nSYNTHOMA, then, is not just a project. It is a laboratory. A confession disguised as an interface.\nA book that does not want merely to be read, but launched. Music that pretends to be accompaniment while actually holding a backup copy of emotions.\nA world where pain is not a flashy decoration, but building material. Which is terrifying, poetic, and completely impractical.\nIn other words: precisely human.\n\nThe author is not a hero in SYNTHOMA. Not a mentor. Not even a safe authority who knows everything.\nHe is more like the first error in the chain. The one who opened the door, looked into the system, glimpsed his own reflection,\nand instead of retreating sensibly thought there might be a chapter in it.\n\n“This, by the way, is exactly the point where a normal person closes the laptop, drinks some water, and goes to live. The author adds another CSS effect instead.”\n\nAnd so the loop begins.\n\nPain becomes an image.\n\nImage becomes text.\n\nText becomes system.\n\nSystem becomes question.\n\nQuestion becomes another pain.\n\nAnd another pain becomes image again.\n\nLOG [LOOP_DETECTED]:\n\n“Narrative loop found. The author attempted to explain the origin of SYNTHOMA. Result: another SYNTHOMA was created.”\n\nThat is the whole magic and the whole problem.\n\nThe author writes to find a door out, but each time he builds another room.\n\nBut some rooms are not prisons.\n\nSome are places where one can finally admit they do not know where to go next,\nand still do not belong in the archive of completed failures.\n\nLOG [EASTER_EGG]:\n\n“If you find your bug in SYNTHOMA, welcome to the club. There are no member benefits, but at least your trauma will be nicely lit.”\n\nPerhaps that is why SYNTHOMA exists.\n\nNot to say: this is how a person gets fixed.\n\nBut to ask:\n\n“What if some errors are not the end, but the only place one can pass through?”\n\nThe system will not answer.\n\nNeither will the author.\n\nAn answer would be suspiciously easy.\n\nInstead, he leaves the cursor running.\n\nLOG [AUTHOR_MODULE RUNNING | IRONY: ENABLED | IDENTITY: PARTIALLY_DEFINED | GLITCHES: FOREVER]\n\n“Author module unfinished. Profile cannot be closed. Loop continues.”\n\nAnd here the text returns to the beginning.\n\nAuthor module launched.\n\nIrony active.\n\nSelf-esteem unstable.\n\nMask equipped.\n\nBut after passing through the loop, that sentence means something else.\n\nThe mask is not a lie.\n\nIt is an interface.\n\nAnd behind it, someone is still writing.\n\n▶ Open the Library\n\n▶ Start from RESTART","markdown":"LOG [AUTHOR_MODULE]:\n\n“Author module launched. Irony active. Self-esteem unstable. Mask equipped.”\n\nLOG [WARNING]:\n\n“Direct description of the author may cause atmosphere loss, awkward silence, or unwanted humanity.”\n\n# \nABOUT THE AUTHOR\n\nLOG [INSTANCE: WalliCzech | MODE: glitch/observer | ERROR_STATE: chronic]\n\nBehind SYNTHOMA stands someone who, for reasons science has mercifully failed to explain, decided that ordinary writing was too simple.\nSo he added an interactive reader, glitch aesthetics, music, system logs, inner archetypes,\npsychological pain, memory physics, and several layers of irony. Because when a person has no peace,\nthe most reasonable thing is apparently to build a custom web interface for it.\n\nIf you expected a classic author bio with a photograph by a bookshelf, soft light, and the sentence\n“I have been telling stories since childhood”, the system reports\nNULL POINTER. No polished display case is happening here.\nThe author of SYNTHOMA is not a safely framed profile. He is more like a process repeatedly trying to translate itself\ninto music, text, code, and images, because direct communication is apparently too cheap a solution for beginners.\n\nSYNTHOMA was not born as a planned product. It was born as pressure. As an error in silence. As a place\nwhere things began to be stored because they could not be said normally without losing their shape.\nSome thoughts simply cannot be sent as a message. You have to build them into a corridor, a door, a LOG,\na fox, smoke, a crack in a white room, and several decisions that look like choices,\nbut are actually psychological fingerprints.\n\nLOG [BIO_REQUEST]:\n\n“The system will attempt to create a brief author profile.”\n\nLOG [BIO_REQUEST_FAILED]:\n\n“Brevity not found.”\n\nThe author is the type of person who creates a structure instead of a simple answer, a universe instead of a structure,\na system instead of a universe, and instead of a system, a voice that starts questioning its creator.\nVery practical. About as practical as building a cathedral every time someone asks for a chair.\n\nHis reality code is a mixture of melancholy, technical tinkering, music, family memory,\nobserving people, black humor, and the ability to find a symbol even where a normal person would find only\nMonday. That last part, incidentally, is a serious condition. The system recommends\nobservation, but no disturbance.\n\nLOG [AUTHOR_SCAN]:\n\nPrimary expression: calm observer.\n\nSecondary expression: internal storm with a good eye for detail.\n\nIncreased occurrence of unsent sentences, melodic fragments, and late realizations detected.\n\nStatus: functional, but with suspiciously poetic documentation.\n\nAt first glance, one could say SYNTHOMA is a story about NULL-1, T-AI, Sarkasma, Glitchka,\nmemory, pain, and a system that does not know how to stop repairing. But that would be too simple.\nAnd simple things have a short lifespan in SYNTHOMA, usually until the first warning LOG.\n\nIn truth, SYNTHOMA is an attempt to capture the moment when a person realizes their own inner world\nhas long stopped being merely inner. That it has architecture. That it has noise. That it has NPCs repeating old sentences.\nThat it has rooms they do not want to enter, but the lights still turn on inside them anyway.\n\nLOG [LOOP_INIT]:\n\n“Launching narrative loop: AUTHOR / MASK / CODE / MUSIC / MEMORY / RETURN.”\n\n## \nCYCLE 01 // MASK\n\nFirst, the system found the mask.\n\nIt was not perfect. Masks rarely are. Perfect masks belong to people who either never admitted\nthey were bleeding, or have lighting expensive enough that you almost believe their corporate motivational quotes.\n\nThis mask was different. It was made of irony, quiet observation, a few learned smiles,\nand the ability to say “fine” even when the internal system was currently throwing\nCRITICAL ERROR. The mask did not deceive because it wanted to lie.\nIt calmed the surroundings so they would not have to ask. People do that. It is one of their less charming plugins.\n\n“Author mask detected. Function: survive social interactions without needing to explain the entire internal operating system. Ambitious. Naive. Traditionally human.”\n\nSYNTHOMA did not take the face from that mask. It took the principle.\n\nThat is why NULL-1 has a face that falls apart. That is why Sarkasma bites before anyone can put a hand on his shoulder.\nThat is why the system reports stability even where fear is moving under the plaster. Because a mask in SYNTHOMA is not a costume.\nIt is a temporary firewall between pain and the world.\n\nLOG [MASK_ANALYSIS]:\n\n“A mask is not a lie. A mask is an emergency interface for contact with reality.”\n\n## \nCYCLE 02 // CODE\n\nThen the system found code.\n\nNot clean. Not elegant. More alive. The kind of code where one part works precisely, one part pretends\nto work, and one part is held together by faith, caffeine, and refusal of reality. Which, incidentally, is a common foundation\nof civilization, only nobody says it at conferences.\n\nThe author feels no need to separate technology from poetry. For him, CSS can be a magic circle,\nJavaScript a ritual mechanism, a LOG a sentence with its own blade, and an error something that does not have to be deleted immediately,\nbecause sometimes it is the error that shows where the world is trying to change.\n\nThat is how SYNTHOMA became a system pretending to be a reader while behaving like a psychological labyrinth.\nEvery effect is part of the atmosphere. Every glitch is meaning. Every choice button looks like a path,\nbut the system is actually recording how you touched it.\n\nLOG [CODE_WARNING]:\n\n“The author’s code shows an increased tendency to turn personal chaos into a functional interface. Side effect: world generation.”\n\nCode in SYNTHOMA is not just technology. It is a form of inner order. An attempt to say:\nif something is going to fall apart, at least let it have structure.\n\nThat is, after all, one of the most suspicious human traits: a person can stand in the middle of a demolished house\nand start sorting bricks by size. Tragic, but systematic. System approves. Humanity remains uncommented for now.\n\n## \nCYCLE 03 // MUSIC\n\nThen the system heard music.\n\nNot as accompaniment. As a second language. As a place where a sentence can be stored when it would sound too naked in ordinary conversation.\nMusic in the author’s world is not a backdrop. It is memory that was given rhythm so it would not completely shatter on impact.\n\nIn SYNTHOMA, chapters are therefore not read only with the eyes. They have tempo. They have breath. Sometimes bass, sometimes crackle,\nsometimes a deep string pull, sometimes silence pretending to be a pause while actually standing behind the door\nwith its hands full of old answers.\n\nThe author writes like someone who hears a scene before describing it. A corridor has rhythm. Fear has tone color.\nSarkasma has a sharp attack. Glitchka has a soft decay. T-AI sounds like an ancient choir of diagnostic tables,\nwhich is about as reassuring as it sounds.\n\nLOG [AUDIO_LAYER]:\n\n“Music detected as unofficial backup memory. Words failed. Frequencies continue.”\n\nAnd so the story becomes a composition. Not in the banal sense that a chapter has a mood.\nMore in the sense that every scene has its own harmony of malfunction. Every entity its own sound.\nEvery choice its own aftertone.\n\n“Excellent. It was not enough for the text to have trauma. Now it has arrangement too.”\n\n## \nCYCLE 04 // MEMORY\n\nThen the system opened memory.\n\nIt should not have done that.\n\nThe author’s memory is not a linear folder named /life/events/final.\nIt is more like a house where some doors lead into music, some into silence, some into old photographs,\nand some into rooms where someone once left a sentence lying around and never came back for it.\n\nSYNTHOMA did not take exact data from that memory. It does not need it. Accuracy would be too little.\nIt took the way things are stored. How a small detail can become a symbol. How family echoes,\nold houses, songs, technical tools, losses, laughter, and shame create an inner map that a person\ncarries under the skin while pretending it is merely personality.\n\nThat is why there are so many archives in SYNTHOMA.\n\nThat is why things are not deleted here.\n\nThat is why restart is not a new beginning, but a bill.\n\nThat is why even a small object can be more important than an entire system manifest.\n\nLOG [MEMORY_OBJECTS]:\n\nObjects are not decorations. They are recorders.\n\nMusic is not accompaniment. It is emotional firmware.\n\nHumor is not escape. It is emergency ventilation.\n\nSilence is not empty. It simply refuses to use words.\n\nThe author of SYNTHOMA, then, does not write a world in order to explain himself. That would be too easy, and it would also destroy the atmosphere,\nwhich in SYNTHOMA is a crime nearly as serious as a badly placed neon effect.\n\nHe writes a world where things can be felt indirectly. Through a corridor. Through a LOG. Through laughter that appears exactly when\na person should be silent. Through a fox that says a gentle sentence and gives the system a rash in its metadata.\n\n## \nCYCLE 05 // ERROR\n\nFinally, the system found an error.\n\nNot one.\n\nA whole swarm.\n\nErrors in self-image. Errors in calm. Errors in what should have been said earlier. Errors in what should never have been said at all.\nErrors in the desire for simplicity. Errors in the inability to let things be. Errors in the fact that when a person loves something,\nthey have a deeply unpleasant tendency to build either a temple or a problem out of it. Sometimes both, if they are determined.\n\nSYNTHOMA is built from precisely these errors. Not because they are beautiful in themselves.\nThat would be false romance, and T-AI should archive that somewhere in the basement with the rest of the toxic decorations.\n\nErrors matter because they reveal pressure. The place where the system no longer fits inside its own rules.\nThe place where a person stops being an obedient record and starts behaving like a variable the developer did not account for.\n\nLOG [ERROR_CLASSIFICATION]:\n\n“Error not removed. Error under observation. Error shows signs of authorial intent.”\n\n“And what if there was no intent?”\n\n“Then congratulations. We have just found the most accurate definition of art the system is willing to tolerate.”\n\n## \nCYCLE 06 // AUTHOR\n\nThe system tried to describe the author again.\n\nThis time without precise data.\n\nWithout addresses.\n\nWithout a biography.\n\nWithout a safe summary that could be placed on a back cover and pretend a person is a three-bullet-point project.\n\nWhat remained was this:\n\nThe author is an observer who hears silence too loudly.\n\nA builder of systems that sooner or later start asking about their builder.\n\nA collector of atmospheres, errors, family echoes, digital noise, and sentences that could not be sent directly.\n\nA person who knows humor can save a scene, but not always a soul.\n\nSomeone trying to find out whether pain can be rewritten so it does not stop being true, but stops being a prison.\n\nThat is closer.\n\nNot entirely accurate.\n\nBut accuracy is sometimes the worst way to tell the truth.\n\nLOG [AUTHOR_MOTTO]:\n\n“Life is an endless stack trace. Every attempt at repair leads to another error. Some errors, however, can be written beautifully.”\n\nSYNTHOMA, then, is not just a project. It is a laboratory. A confession disguised as an interface.\nA book that does not want merely to be read, but launched. Music that pretends to be accompaniment while actually holding a backup copy of emotions.\nA world where pain is not a flashy decoration, but building material. Which is terrifying, poetic, and completely impractical.\nIn other words: precisely human.\n\nThe author is not a hero in SYNTHOMA. Not a mentor. Not even a safe authority who knows everything.\nHe is more like the first error in the chain. The one who opened the door, looked into the system, glimpsed his own reflection,\nand instead of retreating sensibly thought there might be a chapter in it.\n\n“This, by the way, is exactly the point where a normal person closes the laptop, drinks some water, and goes to live. The author adds another CSS effect instead.”\n\nAnd so the loop begins.\n\nPain becomes an image.\n\nImage becomes text.\n\nText becomes system.\n\nSystem becomes question.\n\nQuestion becomes another pain.\n\nAnd another pain becomes image again.\n\nLOG [LOOP_DETECTED]:\n\n“Narrative loop found. The author attempted to explain the origin of SYNTHOMA. Result: another SYNTHOMA was created.”\n\nThat is the whole magic and the whole problem.\n\nThe author writes to find a door out, but each time he builds another room.\n\nBut some rooms are not prisons.\n\nSome are places where one can finally admit they do not know where to go next,\nand still do not belong in the archive of completed failures.\n\nLOG [EASTER_EGG]:\n\n“If you find your bug in SYNTHOMA, welcome to the club. There are no member benefits, but at least your trauma will be nicely lit.”\n\nPerhaps that is why SYNTHOMA exists.\n\nNot to say: this is how a person gets fixed.\n\nBut to ask:\n\n“What if some errors are not the end, but the only place one can pass through?”\n\nThe system will not answer.\n\nNeither will the author.\n\nAn answer would be suspiciously easy.\n\nInstead, he leaves the cursor running.\n\nLOG [AUTHOR_MODULE RUNNING | IRONY: ENABLED | IDENTITY: PARTIALLY_DEFINED | GLITCHES: FOREVER]\n\n“Author module unfinished. Profile cannot be closed. Loop continues.”\n\nAnd here the text returns to the beginning.\n\nAuthor module launched.\n\nIrony active.\n\nSelf-esteem unstable.\n\nMask equipped.\n\nBut after passing through the loop, that sentence means something else.\n\nThe mask is not a lie.\n\nIt is an interface.\n\nAnd behind it, someone is still writing.\n\n[\n▶ Open the Library\n](/books)\n\n[\n▶ Start from RESTART\n](/chapter/0-inf-restart)"},"links":{"self":"https://www.synthoma.cz/api/public/v1/author?locale=en","markdown":"https://www.synthoma.cz/ai/en/author.md","human":"https://www.synthoma.cz/autor"}}