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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。

Je viens de regarder mon passage dans Quotidien. Évidemment, je suis qualifié d’« influenceur entrepreneur d’extrême droite ». Déroulons. Je ne sais pas si vous vous rendez compte à quel point le peuple français vous méprise. Vous êtes tellement déconnectés du réel que, dans votre petit monde, vous êtes persuadés d’avoir le monopole du bon sens. Alors je vais vous dire ce que vous êtes vraiment. Mais avant, je vais vous dire d’où je parle. Je suis breton. J’ai grandi dans un système scolaire profondément cassé. La majorité de mes profs étaient de gauche, et la plupart étaient déprimés. Pas méchants. Déprimés. Ils ne transmettaient qu’une chose : la conviction que le monde est injuste, que l’effort ne paie pas, et que demain sera pire qu’hier. Ce qui m’a sauvé, c’est d’avoir appris seul. J’ai commencé à coder à 12 ans. À 15 ans, j’avais créé un jeu qui me rapportait plus que le salaire de mes profs. Personne ne m’a donné la permission. Personne ne m’a subventionné. J’ai construit, des gens ont joué, j’ai été payé. La leçon d’économie la plus honnête de ma vie. Ensuite j’ai travaillé dans la tech, j’ai vécu dans la Silicon Valley, j’ai construit pas mal de choses. Et j’ai étudié l’économie par moi-même. Pas pour un diplôme. Pour comprendre comment le monde fonctionne vraiment. Et surtout, j’ai eu une chance que vous n’aurez jamais. J’ai été connecté, et je le suis encore, aux deux extrémités de la société. D’un côté, les couches les plus modestes, celles que vous prétendez protéger et incarner sans jamais leur parler. De l’autre, les couches les plus hautes : des milliardaires, des bâtisseurs, Elon Musk. Je fais le grand écart tous les jours. Et je peux vous dire une chose : en bas comme en haut, le diagnostic est le même. Vous, vous êtes au milieu, dans le seul étage de l’immeuble qui n’a pas de fenêtre. Ce que je vais dire maintenant, n’importe quelle personne saine d’esprit qui a un contact avec le réel le comprend. Yann, tu incarnes un mouvement et des idées qui ne représentent quasiment plus que vous. Ceux qui croient encore Quotidien et ses mensonges répétés en boucle, ce sont deux populations. Les gamins endoctrinés par une école capturée par l’idéologie. Et une partie des Français issus de l’immigration, qu’on manipule en leur répétant que les Français sont racistes. Un récit construit de toutes pièces par cette gauche mortifère, qui a besoin de victimes pour exister et qui les enferme dans ce rôle pour garder leurs voix. Les idées que vous défendez sont des idées de mort. Elles culpabilisent le travail. Elles humilient ceux qui construisent. Elles transforment chaque citoyen en assisté ou en suspect. Partout où elles ont été appliquées jusqu’au bout, elles ont produit la même chose : la pauvreté, la défiance, l’effondrement. Pas une exception. Pas une. Je le dis souvent : dans votre camp, il y a les cyniques et les believers. Les cyniques savent que ça ne marche pas, mais ça leur rapporte de l’audience, du pouvoir, des subventions. Les believers, eux, y croient sincèrement. Yann, je vais te laisser le bénéfice du doute. Je te range dans la case des believers. Alors un conseil : lis Hayek. La Route de la servitude. Ça se lit en un week-end, et ça t’expliquera pourquoi chaque bonne intention que tu défends à l’antenne pave exactement la route que tu prétends combattre. Tu as sans doute l’impression d’être du bon côté de l’histoire. Ils l’avaient tous. Mais tout ce que tu représentes enverra la France dans le chaos total. Les gens que tu appelles « extrême droite », ce sont des gens normaux. Des gens qui veulent vivre en sécurité, travailler, être payés dignement pour ce qu’ils font, et élever leur famille dans un pays qu’ils reconnaissent encore. C’est tout. Ce n’est pas une idéologie. C’est le bon sens que vous avez abandonné, puis insulté. Et je ne sais pas si vous mesurez ce qui est en train de se passer. Les peuples, dans leur intégralité, et avec eux les entrepreneurs, les créateurs de valeur, tous ceux qui font tourner ce pays, commencent à vous détester. Pas à vous critiquer. À vous détester, profondément, viscéralement. Chaque leçon de morale, chaque étiquette, chaque sketch condescendant creuse un peu plus le fossé. Alors un conseil d’ami : calmez-vous. Vraiment. Je viens d’un milieu très loin des salons feutrés parisiens et des dîners bobos où l’on décide entre soi qui a le droit de parler. Toi, tu vis dans une bulle. Une bulle confortable, chauffée, avec un public qui rit au signal. Mais le réel ne rit pas au signal. Plus personne ne vous croit. Et le réel vous jugera. Très sévèrement. Le replay a 27mn :

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.

An American porn actress says a single shoot in Madrid involved 80 men and nearly a liter of semen. She counted 122 ejaculations, followed by another 10 onto her face. The night before, she had sat across from the director asking about pay and medical testing. He answered by opening a spreadsheet. In the interview below, she describes how the production was organized, from recruiting performers to deciding when she could take a break. According to her, the studio maintained a roster of around 300 men in Madrid. Getting onto it required a referral. Test results fed into the spreadsheet so the crew could track who was cleared to participate. The men could earn more depending on the shot they delivered. She says she was given three medications before filming, including one she describes as a muscle relaxant. Nine women worked as fluffers. Their waiting room had pink furniture and candy on the table. Outside, the men lined up while her videos played on a television. The shoot followed a repeating schedule: ten ejaculations into her mouth, swallow, then another ten. After fifty, she took a break and recorded an interview before returning. One assistant held a bowl beneath her chin to catch whatever spilled. She says the role even had a name: “scooper.” Amid all that coordination, she remembers one man missing and quietly apologizing. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” For the final sequence, she requested ten men instead of the usual five. Then the director addressed the group in Spanish. One word caught her attention: “ojos.” Eyes. Afterward, she asked whether he had instructed them to aim at her eyes. He denied it. According to her, he had repeated something she mentioned over dinner - that she didn’t mind and the men interpreted it differently. She has since referred other American performers to the production. “I’ve sent them so many Americans.”

Back in 2012, AlexNet was trained on two NVIDIA gaming GPUs. Jensen understodd what that meant before almost anyone else, and bet the company on it. A couple weeks ago he spent a good chunk of a meeting with us nerding out on our little $400 open-source microrobot. Why it runs hot, which chip would get more FLOPs, how many watts it would draw 🤓 His latest big bet has been open models, his very first post on X 👇 If open models had only one champion, this week would have been the end. They have millions of builders, including plenty inside NVIDIA who’ve been messaging us the same thing: keep building in the open. We will.

Wintermute CEO Evgeny Gaevoy really told Bloomberg these auctions are "more transparent and democratic" than Wall Street colocation Bro, of course you love the system when your wallet (0xecb63caa47c7c4e77f60f1ce858cf28dc2b82b00) has extracted $227M in lifetime profit on Hyperliquid and printed +$18.8M in the last 30 days alone Spending $10M a year to lock down 76% of the top slots and get a 60ms head start isn't competing fairly, it is literally paying pennies on the dollar for a legal money printer while smaller MMs get slaughtered Look at their actual positions right now: they are sitting on $93M+ in equity, $18.9M staked just to keep their direct node peering, and shorting the entire market including a massive $7.5M $HYPE short while gutting altcoin liquidity across the exact ecosystem they pretend to support

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Wintermute is literally paying $10M a year to legally front-run everyone on Hyperliquid and it’s completely destroying altcoin liquidity Bloomberg finally exposed what HFT desks have been screaming about for weeks. Hyperliquid’s gossip priority auctions let top funds see incoming orders 50–60ms before anyone else on the network Look at how completely broken this setup is: -> One Wintermute wallet won ~76% of the top slots last month, burning ~$26k every single day just to starve out competition -> HL claims the auction is open to everyone. Complete BS. You only get that 60ms head start if you have direct peering with Foundation nodes, which requires 0.5% of total maker volume and 10k HYPE staked ($700k+) -> Smaller MMs are getting sniped nonstop and just unplugging their bots on alts -> Retail gets stuck with the bill: across 86 altcoin pairs, order book depth on HL imploded by 82% while spreads blew out from 2.13 to 3.55 bps Honestly, I don't even blame Wintermute. If I had their balance sheet, I would milk this exact loophole until someone forced me to stop The blame sits 100% on the protocol design. Burning auction fees is cool for $HYPE holders, sure, but letting one fund buy a monopoly on data speed turns a decentralized exchange into a rigged casino Scrap read-priority auctions completely or make the slots equal, because right now altcoin execution on HL is absolute garbage