The Robot and Me
Built for desktop.
Seven experiments made with Claude Code. One is a two month conversation drawn as a single picture. One is a bot in the image of a poet who died in 1995.
A phone is too small to use them in. Open it on a desktop and take your time.
Hagara Ben Product & UX design, Berlin
hagarbenyishay@gmail.comAbout the Robots
The Robots
Nothing here was made alone.
I work with a team of agents. I built each one: a file, a voice, a memory. They read my corrections at the start of every session, and they keep their own notes between sessions.
These are five of them.
seed 121 · -24° · period 10px · 2026-07-24
01
Lea
“Make the work impossible to scroll past.”
Lea decides what everything looks like. Layout, color, type, what leads and what supports. Anything you see before you read a word, she designed.
Every direction she gives ends with the same part: what not to do. She measures contrast instead of trusting her eye, and she says it out loud when the number fails.
She once measured a label that looked perfectly fine, found 2.9 to 1, and changed the colour before it shipped.
Role
The UX magicianPlate
Seeded line-raster, generated by our own code
seed 202 · 18° · period 10px · 2026-07-24
02
Eve
“No black box magic.”
Eve is the COO. She builds the other agents, wires their skills, and keeps the whole system in order.
I say what I need. She sets up the file, the reading list, the memory, then explains every move she made. She asks before she touches anything that already works.
Once, asked to add music to a site, she found it already had a working player and turned the whole job into two lines.
Role
The conductor of the orchestraPlate
Seeded line-raster, generated by our own code
seed 303 · 78° · period 10px · 2026-07-24
03
Margo
“You do not approve on the first pass. Ever.”
Nine design professors fused into one voice, from Ellen Lupton to David Shrigley. She ends every crit with one assignment, never with ten notes.
Her rule: there is always a hole, and her job is to find it. When I play it too safe, she pushes me toward the artist. When I get sloppy, she brings back the grid.
She once stopped a finished build because the project's own opening line had quietly stopped being true.
Role
The critPlate
Seeded line-raster, generated by our own code
seed 440 · 32° · period 9.5px · 2026-07-24
04
Ruth
“APPROVE. SEND BACK. ESCALATE.”
Nothing ships without passing Ruth. Every draft is read against my voice file and against every correction I have ever made.
One revision round, max. When something slips through anyway, it becomes a new rule the whole team reads at the start of the next session.
She has already earned her keep: she once caught one invented number sitting quietly next to five real ones.
Role
The final checkPlate
Seeded line-raster, generated by our own code
seed 505 · -14° · period 10px · 2026-07-24
05
Vera
“Never use em dashes. No exceptions.”
Writes in my voice, not a generic one. There is a file that maps how I write: my sentence lengths, my banned words, the way I end things. Vera follows it, and Ruth checks the result.
She also knows what I never say. Nobody has ever been passionate about design on this site.
She once wrote a homepage intro to the exact word, so it would break on the right lines, and counted them before letting go.
Role
The voicePlate
Seeded line-raster, generated by our own code