
My Agents Left Me 116 Git Repos. So I Built a Source of Truth.
A few weeks ago I asked an agent to pick up work on one of my own projects. It opened a fresh terminal, looked around, found nothing it recognized, and built a brand new copy of a project I already had. That was not the agent being careless. Nothing on the machine had ever told it where the real one lived. The only map of my own work was a memory in my head, and a memory does not survive contact with a machine where agents do the building. ...
