Yesterday I got a call from an old friend. His name is Justice. We worked together on a few things back in the day. Specifically, one crypto project with an enormous narcissistic asshole at the helm, who first installed a super corpo structure (nauseating), and then replaced everyone with AI (less nauseating but he’s still a dick).
Suffice to say, we’ve both seen it all over the last 10 years of working in crypto, and it’s rarely been pretty. The raw energy of the early days is mostly dead, and the various prick types we were supposed to disrupt are now running much of the space. It seems that when your industry can best be described as, “shitshow at the fuck factory”, people get tired, embarrassed, and downright regretful of their commitment to what has often become, at times, an indefensible lie.
But then Justice tells me that he’s working on something new. Not just new for him, new for everyone. Like actually new to society.
It’s a project called ClawBank and the next 30 minutes blew my fucking mind.
Let me start with this: Justice is a real dude.
He’s a true engineer, a mad scientist, and a fucking maniac in all the best ways. He’s not just a “cracked dev”. He truly likes things to be unhinged, revolutionary and raw, so far out there that you have to redefine what ‘out there’ even means. I’ve heard plenty of bizarre shit in the trenches of Telegram chats over the years (I know people who predicted Covid and have told me all manner of theory, many too unspeakable to mention here) and he’s said shit to me that I did not know even existed as a take.
His takes are actually one-of-a-kind. He just sees things, well, differently. He’s the opposite of the dime-a-dozen pseudo-sociopathic d-bags who run most crypto projects. He doesn’t fetishize founder dinners and founder podcasts and post polished (bitch ass) AI written takes about “the market” and being an entrepreneur. He hates that shit. So do I.
We both know that we’re surrounded by Extractors. Always have been. It’s mostly been an industry of extractors whose sole mission was and is to separate retail from their fiat by any means necessary. But after all these years, how many of these people made products that their community could actually use to better their life? How many did something revolutionary? How many even wanted to?
Justice wants to burn it all down.
More importantly, he wants to burn down all the systems that helped spawn this fake revolution like farm-raised mutant trout being marketed as “line-caught”. In Gotham City, you either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. If you have integrity in crypto, you either quit the industry or you live long enough to see the invention of the tools you need to destroy the real villains.
Justice is here for justice. He likes cooking up crazy ideas. He likes feeding off the rawest of raw energy from a true, based, unhinged community. Crypto has become Vanilla Ice. Justice is Wu-Tang Forever. He doesn’t want to be adored and praised and have his ass kissed. His condition is not in psychological textbooks with all the other conformist psychos who start these projects - because his kink is not power, it’s destroying power. It’s building cool shit with one hand while saying fuck you with the other. That’s why the moment I met him, I knew he wasn’t a “fake piece of shit”. Otherwise known as, a crypto founder.
So if he’s excited, I take notice. While there are other people in crypto like him, they are rarely at the top of a pyramid. That is, until now.
ClawBank is a big, big, idea.
And if you know me at all, you know I love ideas more than anything else.
It reminds me of the internet in the 90s. Until people thought up the science fictionesque bonkers new norms of what we could do with “the web”, and then built them with large teams, people were largely unimpressed with the technology. At the turn of the millennium, the anxiety of the coming technological age, mixed with the exhaustion of the corporate job scam, was being expressed everywhere in culture: think Office Space, Fight Club and The Matrix, all released in 1999.
In these films, the office job is death. Corpo marketing and consumerism is death (and slavery). We were so ready to break out of the prison of our suffocating coffin-cubicles, our pathetic role of interior decorator of our very own prison cell (tastefully decorated from the Ikea catalog), our individually assigned neutering stations fully equipped with a button for lowering T while simultaneously boosting our complacency and love of anti-hero’s journey collectivist slop, that something had to break. Sadly, in the new millennium, it was many of our brains.
That anxiety is now back.
We all feel it. Except now we are not trying to get out of the office filled with machines (some of us are trying to get back in), we are being replaced by the machines themselves.
In 2026, that 1999 legacy is best exemplified by the bureaucratic systems we see almost everywhere. Politics. Corporations. Academia. Etc. We are a generation raised on social media, raised on crypto, raised on the backlash to the backlash to the thing that’s just begun, and yet as AI has come to “take all our jobs”. We have no way to rebel, only to go further into the pain, into the surrender that our overlords have ushered in without our permission. Should we all adopt a quill pen and bottle of ink as a form of anarchy? How do we fight the inevitable when the inevitable is digital and smart and outside our control?
Enter Project Mayhem 2.0. Ie. ClawBank - The Platform To Create Your Very Own “Zero Human Company” (ZHC).
ClawBank is building an information abundance machine. A platform where the rebellion can blow a giant hole in the Brutalist Prison of systemized Bureaurcacy-Run-Amok and run a fat mainline of “The Juice” into the streets, where anyone, man, woman, or child, can plug in and cook like a team of a 1000 geniuses.
This is full democratization of the corpo monopoly. These people have not built our demise. They’ve built their own.
Corporations and political systems and the elite organizations operate outside of what’s possible for normal people — and while they have cute branding and carefully crafted narratives, make no mistake, they are all “a sock puppet wielded by an abusive monster”. They are the head of the snake.
Justice says, “Bureaucracy is the new Moloch.”
And as we all know, Moloch always demands a sacrifice. That sacrifice is you. The masses. The people outside of the power dynamic. While crypto has tried to democratize money, it has reached its limits in many ways. But what if we democratized the entire system? Stop being a minion to the machine and make the machine your minion, then pour pure gasoline on it and light a fucking match.
What if every loophole, tool, and leverage the elites use were at your fingertips, and instead of having to figure it all out, you could have endless agents do it for you? Want to start an S Corp? A dozen shell companies? Want to buy land? Bid on piece of property and flip it? Need a team of lawyers to draw up contracts?
Your agents will not be agents of bureaucracy made to play nice and stay at the bottom. They will be agents of chaos, unleashed on a system that is doomed to be short-circuited by its own creation. Frankenstein is not a parable, it’s a roadmap. Except the plot twist is this: the monster saves humanity from the real monster, the doctor who created it.
The bureaucratic pyramid will crumble. And a new world will be built from its rubble.
In the new Fight Club, it’s no longer Tyler Durden pissing in the soup or hiding a giant dick in a family-friendly movie. The new anarchy does not come in the form of destruction but in the completely ironic form of actual competition via their efficiency tech.
In the new Matrix: you can take the red tape, and stay buried below layers of neo-bureaucratic slime designed to keep you at the bottom, or you can take the blue tape and unleash your own army of chaos designed to shatter the limitations installed by the buro-class.
Justice wants to give everyone a single key to unlock becoming your very own person-less corporate power overlord. A master key for a near infinite team of empowered emissaries who work for the sole purpose of drinking Moloch’s milkshake and injecting it directly into your veins. Justice wants his community to be the wackos from Fight Club. Anarchy. Blood letting. Chaos. Unafraid & Untameable.
ClawBank isn’t just about giving AI agents a bank account. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. I won’t reveal more until the team is ready, but imagine giving agents the structure to be your personal conglomerate with the legal framework to wreak havoc on all systems that once excluded us/you, the people.
LLCs, a dozen shell companies, teams of lawyers, contracts, FX trading… I could go on. But once you start to see what the powerful use and how many humans it takes for them to succeed, and then imagine reducing that number to zero, the levels of efficiency for an average person explode, exponentially.
This is how you turn the tables on Moloch.
A company downsizes your job? You downsize the company.
Because you now are the company. A company of zero with the output of 1000s.
In the future, you will not have to work for a company - a company will have to work for you.
This is the war and the slogan is simple:
Don’t let AI cuck you. Cuck AI.