In loving memory of Brainwires Studio

2024  —  2026

A platform for working with AI models — every major model, one interface, pay only for what you actually use.

Eulogy

Brainwires Studio was born of a simple, stubborn question:

What if you could access every major AI model through a single interface and only pay for what you actually use?

It was a quiet rebellion against the subscription paradox — the strange arithmetic by which a casual user and a power user paid the same flat fee, by which a ChatGPT subscriber could not reach Claude's reasoning and a Claude subscriber could not borrow GPT-4o's eyes. The Studio answered with a plainer offer: bring every model to one table, meter the work honestly, and let the bill reflect the use.

Over nineteen months it grew from a sketch into a sprawling workshop — a chat interface, a tools marketplace, a private retrieval engine, a Rust-built browser an LLM could drive, a peer-to-peer room where humans met humans. It was ambitious. It was earnest. It was, in the end, more workshop than market.

Works & Days

It is survived by the things it learned to do:

The Hands That Built It

It leaves behind, with thanks, the open-source tools and platforms that gave it shape:

Next.js 16 React 19 TypeScript Supabase PostgreSQL Stripe Rust WebAssembly Model Context Protocol OpenAI · Anthropic · Gemini · Mistral · Groq Ollama · MLC-AI Tailwind CSS shadcn/ui · Radix Jotai Lexical OpenTelemetry i18next Docker Cloudflare Tunnel

Cause of Death

No bug, no outage, no falling-out. Just the slow, gentle arithmetic of markets.

The Studio sold credits at a small markup over the providers' raw API rates — the upcharge that paid for the platform, the integrations, the privacy work, the lights. It was a fair price for what it offered. It was also a price almost nobody chose to pay.

The people who needed many models had already accepted vendor lock-in or were buying tokens directly from the source. The people who didn't need many models were happy with their flat-rate subscriptions. Between the two of them there turned out to be very little room — not none, but not enough — for a meter-honest middle.

And so the Studio is laid to rest, not from failure of nerve or craft, but from a misalignment of price and demand. There is no shame in that. There is, in fact, something honest about admitting it out loud.

Survived By

Forwarding Address

rullama.com

A based, free AI app. The next thing, in the same spirit — without the meter.

The domain is freshly registered; if you arrive before it opens its doors, the source is already public.

— With gratitude to everyone who tried it, broke it, and wrote in.