Ten people get to text Housefly first
Housefly is Drifted Marketing's own assistant. You text it like a person, iMessage first, and it learns your memory and your taste. The thread is illustrative, not a real member's.
Follow him through the doorsWhat it keeps track of
It speaks up first
It never acts behind your back
When it hits a wall
On the way through
Every loose end gets drafted, then handed back for a yes.
The next door is the vault. What it learns about you goes in there.
A box only you hold the key to
It learns your memory and your taste from every conversation, then locks that away. No other member, and no shared brain, ever sees inside your box.
Your memory and your taste, learned from every text.
What you promised every client.
What every client still owes you.
A brief, ready before each call.
Your inbox, your store and your ad numbers, read.
The thing that needs you, said before you ask.
Every send, payment or account change, waiting for your yes.
Drifted's own team, for the jobs it can't finish.
No ads. Nothing of yours for sale.
Your price, kept for life.
When an assistant costs nothing, someone else is paying for what it learns about you. Here the only one paying is you, so you're the only one it works for.
No ads. Nobody buys your data, because it isn't for sale.
The last door
He comes out the other side with Housefly built in.
There are ten seats behind it.
Solo
Operator
GapWhat separates Solo from Operator is not written yet. It goes here once Drifted decides.
From a member