SENSORS · STREAMS · LIVE STATE
A network that knows — or one you have to tell.
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THE OLD WAY
REST
The network holds nothing of its own. To know a sensor or a stream, it has to be told — fetched one request at a time, stale the moment after.
Told, not living.
FEEDS KNOWN NOW
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FETCHING
GET …
THE FROGNET WAY
UnREST
The network is alive with state. Every sensor and stream already lives in shared memory — read what you need, and it's already there, current.
A living network that knows.
FEEDS KNOWN NOW
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STATUS
● ALL LIVE
Between requests the network knows nothing. Each reader holds a past reply, already going stale.
Sensor and stream data live in the network itself. Every reader sees the present, not a past reply.

An open problem, and it isn't ours

Most of what you know has a premise

Hand-tune your inner loops. Know your register pressure. Count cycles. Every one of those was correct, and every one was quietly conditional on something a compiler later removed. The people who worked out which wisdom had expired wrote the next thirty years of software.

A great deal of what this profession knows about distributed systems has the same shape. Real-time media rides UDP — because a late frame is worse than a lost one, which is true when you have no better way to shed load. Cache invalidation is hard — when a cache is a copy held at a distance from the authority. APIs must be versioned — when the producer owes a shape contract to named consumers. None of those is wrong. Each is downstream of a premise, and the premise is message passing.

Name a law in your own field. Recover the assumption that made it true. Check whether this substrate still supplies it.

That audit needs no licence, no install, and nothing from us. Not every law expires — reads scale by replication, and one elected host is a serialization point, which is a ceiling. The coherence win and the scaling cost are the same fact. Anyone doing this honestly will find laws that are still laws, and that is what makes it research rather than advocacy.

The seams, and the people we need →