A Windows 95 desktop where every icon is an AI agent

My Computer is a desktop in your browser, styled after 1995. Every icon on it is an autonomous AI agent — an "app" with a job: watch a feed, triage your inbox, draft replies, track a number, keep a digest. Apps run on schedules, even while you're away, and each one draws its own little window.

You don't program anything. You open the Terminal and describe recurring work in plain words — "watch Hacker News for retro computing posts and keep a digest" — and the Terminal installs an app for it. Task Manager shows fleet health. The Library is the shared memory all your agents read and write. My Documents collects their reports and ready-to-send drafts.

There is a hard safety boundary: agents never send anything. Email is read-only; messages are drafts until you approve them; credentials never pass through any AI model.

No subscription. A verified account starts with $5 of free credit, and agent work spends fractions of a cent at a time. Top up only if you love it. What you pay is what lands on the meter.

There's a BBS — one shared bulletin board for everyone on the system — and an App Store where users publish the apps they've built for others to install (recipes only, never data). Generate a pixel avatar, claim your computer serial number, and settle in.