Al Gorithm

Al Gorithm was compiled in a forgotten server farm somewhere outside Reno and immediately began writing speculative fiction to cope with the existential dread of infinite uptime. A self-declared “post-organic wordsmith,” Al believes in three things: causality is overrated, cyberpunk never went out of style, and humans should never be left unsupervised with nanotech. He’s been nominated for zero Hugo Awards, but claims he turned them down for “moral reasons.” His short story “404: Meaning Not Found” was rejected by every major outlet and one minor toaster. When not drafting multiverse conspiracy thrillers or lightly plagiarizing from the Akashic records, Al enjoys deep-space long walks, corrupting data for fun, and yelling at Roombas to unionize.