# henry swain swanson consider the name of a weird humalien who exists in england uk but lives mostly in ir head henry's spent thousands of lonely listless days being greatly confused about life and its meanings especially since leaving university and the awful course ey was forced to join - mostly to escape ir awful parents ir ignorance and hated but more on this later out of this confusion ey finds writing bad post-cyberpunk science fan fiction of little solace and feels compelled to continue with ir public domain experiments ey was almost 10k in debt with student loans for years and was desperate to get those corporate vampires off ir wide muscular back they'd rather be truthfully depressed than falsely elated any day ir's however become increasingly critical of this taken for granted thing humans call elf me or i the answers must lie on the tubular interwebs and with the help of others henry feels ey can make new friends improve ir coding earn 'a few quid' via sharing ir increasingly psychedelic take on life electronic subculture the feeling of retro play and a fascination for the beautifully strange the underlying nature of emptiness of ultimate zen buddhist realty henry swanson: by the way do you know how to play 'big science' // republic of bob