The Story behind Alpha AI

My name is Alan, an ordinary American. On the surface, I used to be one of those Wall Street elites in tailored suits, laughing and commanding the markets with ease. But behind those glass towers, what I saw was not glory, but filth and naked exploitation.

I graduated from a prestigious university with a degree in finance. As a young man, I was full of ideals, believing that finance could optimize resource allocation and make society more efficient. So, I stepped into Wall Street with dreams in my heart, entering the world that everyone envied. In the first few years, I was immersed in data and algorithms. Every time my models produced results, I was excited, thinking I was creating value for society with my knowledge.

But gradually, I realized I was wrong.

Once, a small company came to us seeking financing because of a temporary cash flow problem. Their conditions were reasonable, and they clearly deserved help. But in the boardroom, those so-called “top investors” sneered: “Why support them? It’s better to let them die, and then we can pick up their remains.” The company went bankrupt. Hundreds of workers lost their jobs, their children couldn’t pay tuition, their mortgages went unpaid, and families collapsed. Meanwhile, Wall Street made a fortune in the week following the bankruptcy.

I began to suffer from frequent insomnia. Late at night, staring at the neon lights of the skyscrapers, I felt that behind every shining window were countless tears of ordinary people.

What finally made me leave was an internal operation. That day, we manipulated the stock price of a tech company. Billions of dollars moved in just a few hours, creating what they called a “perfect arbitrage.” But I knew what it meant: countless small investors were ruthlessly harvested. The next day, a news report showed a middle-aged man who had lost all his savings in that stock. He jumped to his death. The news was quickly buried under endless financial headlines, but his desperate eyes were seared into my memory.

At that moment, I knew I could no longer be an accomplice of capital.

So, I handed in my resignation. Some mocked me: “Are you crazy? Giving up a million-dollar salary what for? Do you think you can fight capital?” I didn’t answer. Because I already knew.

I devoted myself to studying artificial intelligence. I had been a financial modeling expert, and I knew the weapon of capital was information and speed. And AI was the key to breaking their monopoly. Countless nights, I worked on my computer, tuning algorithms, eating cheap takeout, my eyes bloodshot yet my heart was filled with a passion I hadn’t felt in years.

Eventually, I created a system called Alpha AI. It was not built for capitalists, but for ordinary people. It could analyze market fluctuations in real time, detect the subtle traces of capital manipulation, and help retail investors escape before the harvest or even profit against the tide. I made the system public. Because I knew, if we truly wanted to fight capital, knowledge and tools must be shared with all.

At first, almost no one believed me. People were used to capital controlling everything and thought I was just another idealistic fool. But over time, more and more small investors discovered that they could truly break free from being “the harvest.”

Someone wrote to me: “I avoided bankruptcy because of your system. Thank you for saving my family.” Another said: “For the first time, I feel like I’m on the same starting line as Wall Street.”

Those words weighed on me more heavily and proudly than any amount of money.

Of course, capital did not sit idly by. They tried to buy me out, offering astronomical sums. When that failed, they began to pressure me threats, intimidation, even hacker attacks on my servers. But I had no way back. I knew clearly that I was not fighting for myself, but for the millions of ordinary people being exploited in the financial game.

I believe that one day, people will truly unite.

Capital should not be the ruler standing above all, but should return to its rightful place as a tool to serve humanity. Wealth should belong to those who create it, not the few who manipulate it.

This is my choice.

Some call me arrogant, others say I’m naïve. But I know every struggle against injustice in history began with someone “naïve.” Years ago, I saw countless reflections in the glass towers of Wall Street. Today, I hope to see countless smiles in front of Alpha AI.

My name is Alan. I escaped the cage of capital for no other reason than to return freedom and wealth to the people.