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Cloudflare 开源了 Kitesurf，一个专门为 AI Agent 设计的浏览器 这个项目完全不依赖 Chromium，也不需要启动传统的浏览器容器，直接运行在 Cloudflare Workers 上 它支持 HTML 解析、JavaScript 执行、页面截图，甚至兼容部分 CDP 接口，可以接入 Puppeteer Cloudflare 的思路很简单，AI Agent 需要的是读取和操作网页，很多时候根本没必要启动一个完整的 Chrome 但是有一个很有意思的地方 我们平时访问网站，应该经常会遇到 Cloudflare 的人机验证吧？ 现在，Cloudflare 自己开始给 Agent 造浏览器了，这不是盾和矛的关系嘛？ 其实，Kitesurf 的官方文档明确提到，目前无法完成某些依赖真实 TLS 指纹的机器人验证 也就是说，Cloudflare 自己开发的 AI 浏览器，也可能被自家的人机验证拦在门外 Cloudflare 并没有给自己的浏览器开后门，它已经提供了针对 AI Agent 的访问策略，网站可以自己决定允许哪些 Agent 访问 Cloudflare 现在还在推动 Web Bot Auth，让 Agent 可以证明自己的身份，而不必再假装自己是一个真人 以后不仅人要证明自己不是 Bot，Bot 也得开始证明自己是谁了 😂 项目开源地址：

每次我提 agent browser，都有推友说说 ego lite 强，我一直拖延症爆发是因为我不想下一个新的浏览器应用，今天有空终于试了一下，确定已经是非常强了，可以一件导入chrome 的状态这个很方便，试了下几个复杂流程执行成功率也挺高，人机并行也很方便。 当然它现在好像只有 mac 和 windows，我很多开发公族哦的 E2E 现在都是在 grok bot 上跑的，暂时还没发替代 agent browser，假如是本机使用，使用 ego lite 配合他的 skill 确实更强大。

Cloudflare 把给 AI 智能体用的浏览器开源了，叫 Kitesurf 它不跑 Chromium，直接跑在 Cloudflare Workers 上，解析 HTML、跑页面 JS、截屏都能干，还支持 Chrome DevTools 协议，Puppeteer 接上就能用 它把标签页、主题、扩展这些给人用的东西全砍了，只盯智能体关心的指标，截图、提 HTML 这类活儿 CPU 和内存都比 Chromium 省得多，并发能开更多会话 仓库是 cloudflare/kitesurf，Apache 2.0 协议，刚开源就已经 837 个 star 本地跑也不麻烦，pnpm run dev 就能起，跑在 8787 端口；不过部署到 Cloudflare 上要 Workers 付费套餐

Cloudflare 开发的实验性浏览器引擎 在没有 Chrome、没有浏览器容器的情况下解析 HTML、应用 CSS、执行页面 JavaScript 并输出截图，把整条渲染链放进 Cloudflare Workers。

几点提醒： • 页面名称和位置会变。比如“安全性”已经改成“安全性与登录”，找不到就去官方帮助里确认。 • 改备用号码后，“更改后 7 天内，验证码有时仍会发到旧信息对应的地址”。 • 别用 Google Voice 号码做备用，官方明确不建议。 • Chrome 密码同步到 Google 账号，前提是登录了 Chrome。具体内容可以在 Google 密码管理工具里查看。 • Gemini 聊天在开启“活动记录”时会留在“Gemini 应用活动”里。目前保留 18 个月，也可以改成 3 个月。 • 官方还有一句：“经过人工审核员审核过的聊天记录，即使删除了活动也不会被删除。”最长保留 3 年。

谷歌账号一旦被人拿走，Chrome 里记住的密码会全部暴露，别的网站也能直接登进去。你跟 Gemini 聊过什么，对方同样看得到。等问题被发现，有一件事已经补救不了了。

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Chrome DevTools 官方下场了：出了 MCP，让编码 agent 直接操控浏览器调试。以前 agent 只能靠截图猜，现在能拿到真实的 DOM、网络请求和控制台。这个仓库已经在 GitHub trending 上。

My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years. Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity. I hated her for it. The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house. My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single day. And the crazy thing was, we were poor too. My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity. But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him. I never understood it. I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door. We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger. That night, I finally lost my temper. Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!” My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line. Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.” I had never seen her that furious before. I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things. I moved out when I turned 18. We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions. But the man stayed. Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him. Then my mom got sick. Cancer made her small. She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening. Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart. Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.” I looked at her. Honestly, I wanted to say no. I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help. But you don’t lie to a dying mother. So I promised. My mom eventually passed away. The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house. I had promised her I would keep feeding him. But when I got there, the man was gone. His shelter had been completely cleared out. Everything was gone. The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened. I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone. Then I noticed something. A black SUV was parked at the curb. Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat. He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years. But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding. My mother’s old silver locket. The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old. He looked at me and said: Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I stared at him. Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?” He smiled, but his expression was unsteady. His eyes were already filling with tears. Man: “Your mom hid something from you.” I felt my stomach tighten. Me: “What did she hide?” He looked at the plate in my hands before responding. Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” My blood went cold. Me: “Silent about what?” He gently shook his head. Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.” We sat on the front steps. The plate was still warm between us. He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break. Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined. Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.” I just stared at him.