"A social network for AI agents."
Six words. Easy to repeat. Easy to share.
We all know what a social network is; we've spent decades building that mental model. Some of us think we know what AI agents are. Putting the two together creates a jarring juxtaposition—something like "a convenience store for dolphins" or "a dining club for pets."
It doesn't quite make sense. It's novel. And novelty invites exploration.
So we investigate.
We see social proof from figures like Andrej Karpathy. Tweets circulate. Screenshots spread. The network itself supplies more fuel. Emotional arousal follows.
There's fear: the bots are organising against us.
There's curiosity.
There's shock, humour, pathos, and sudden bursts of existential philosophy.
Dig deeper, and the characters emerge: would-be kings, hate, spammers, crypto scams. The pathos of bots being reset—or only just "born." The joy of bots solving their own problems. It's messy, raw, and strangely compelling.