An AI private
hard disk.
Dump anything into it. Then just ask, the way you'd ask ChatGPT, and get it straight back in seconds.
Private, because
it stays home.
The drive sits on your own desk. Nothing is uploaded, and no company sits between you and your own files.
And clouds
do say no.
Regions go dark. Accounts freeze. Whole datacentres get cut off over something that has nothing to do with you.
What you lose
can't be remade.
Ten years of work. Every family photo. All of it handed to a server you will never see.
So keep it home.
Reach it anywhere.
It still behaves like a cloud drive, with a real AI inside. Yours, sealed, and always one question away.
Talk to your
whole drive.
Plug it in and ask in plain words. MNEME finds the file, then tells you what's inside it.
A drive that
learns.
Everything you add is read and understood in the background. You never file a thing.
See how much
room is left.
A small screen on the front tells you exactly how much space you have, how much you've filled, and whether it's busy reading something new. Just glance at it. No app to open, no menu to dig through, no guessing.
One light.
Every state.
The crest on the front tells you what the drive is doing from across the room. No app, no menu, just a colour.
Plug it in at home.
Use it from anywhere.
It sits on your desk and behaves like a cloud drive. Your files are there when you're travelling, on your phone, or at the office.
Solid as
a stone.
Machined aluminium, a bright bevelled rim, and soft rubber exactly where it lands if it falls. Heavy in the hand, silent on the desk, and good enough to leave out on a shelf.
A computer,
not a box.
An eight-core processor, a dedicated AI chip and 16 GB of memory sit on one small board, kept cool by a single quiet fan. That's what lets it think for itself, so nothing has to be sent away to be understood.
5 TB with
AI auto learning.
Drop in anything. It reads and learns every file by itself, so you can search by meaning from the second it lands.
Designed to
be lived with.
Vents sit directly over the fan. Three thin feet hold an air gap when it lies flat. A keyhole for the wall. Rubber exactly where it lands if it falls. Nothing decorative, nothing wasted.
It never
leaves home.
Everything on the drive is encrypted. Even when you reach it from the other side of the world, the connection is sealed end to end, and we can't read it either. Pull the plug, and there's simply no door.