QEEK wasn't born
from a pitch deck
It was born from pure exhaustion and three people who never use their real names.
"If this thing ever escapes into the wild, I don't want my LinkedIn blowing up."
"Same."
"Same."
They're aliases we picked over time and realisation. So we each chose a ridiculous pseudonym, partly as a joke, mostly because deep down we all share the same reflex:
Protect the private life at all costs.
Stay slightly out of reach.
Let the work do the talking, not the government ID.
May Ranzarek sounds like a tired Eastern-European architect who drinks Flat White for breakfast.
Dirk Von Stack sounds like he debugged a production issue in 1987 and never recovered.
Palla Conteva sounds like she'll either heal you with crystals or hack the simulation (both are accurate).
Storm Reign sounds like he controls the weather and makes timelines actually make sense (both are accurate).
We liked how the fake names felt like armor.
A thin, stupid, glorious layer of plausible deniability between us and the internet.
May Ranzarek
Product Architect
Last survivor of the Jira apocalypse
Eyes like a crime scene. Veins 80% cold brew, 20% delusion.
Every pixel-perfect design he poured his soul into got butchered by "that's how we do things here." One random night he snapped. Opened Cursor and started building the tool he'd been silently praying for.
"No founders, no budget, just a middle finger written in perfect TypeScript."
Dirk Von Stack
Senior Engineer
Professional stand-up survivor
(Yes, that's the government name on his passport, don't ask)
He looked at May's prototype, whispered the sacred words: "Quiet rebellion? Say less." Closed every corporate tab, opened a terminal, and turned raw spite into software that actually works.
"Quiet rebellion? Say less."
Palla Conteva
Quantum Physician
Don't box me
in product and market ideas
She dropped a 47-page Google Doc titled "Synaptic Core for Qeek: opening portals to another dimension through pipelines, layers, and a meta-language no one else understands yet."
"May and Bob read three lines, looked at each other, and collectively sighed: "…We're too tired to argue with a wizard.""
Storm Reign
Strategic Orchestrator
Chaos Whisperer, Keeper of the Gantt That Actually Makes Sense
Former corporate storm chaser—spent years herding cats in enterprise hellscapes where 'agile' meant 'we'll get to it eventually, maybe.'
The rebellion was humming. The bones were solid. The dimensions were... entangled. But timelines were slipping, scopes were creeping, and the exhaustion was starting to feel like a permanent weather pattern. Then Storm rolled in. One day he looked at the forecast, saw another soul-crushing waterfall on the horizon, and said: 'Nah. I'm out. Time to make the weather work for us.'
"Time to make the weather work for us."
Suddenly quantum entanglement was a user story.
Observer effect became onboarding.
Reality became… optional.
May built the rebellion.
Dirk gave it bones.
Palla plugged it straight into another dimension.
Storm brought order to the chaos.
Four lunatics armed with nothing but exhaustion and dangerous beliefs.
QEEK = the tool we wished existed so we didn't have to hate our jobs quite so much.
We're still tired.
We're still building.
We're still convinced Palla is right about the parallel timelines.
More soon…
(or maybe it already happened and you're just catching up)