Matt Gibson

At age seven, I was my father's tool fetcher while he rebuilt a 1940s International Harvester tractor on our Ohio farmland. I'd run and get him the right socket, the right wrench—learning how complex systems work by being exactly where he needed me. By nine, I was farming three acres on my own. I lived on an airport. My neighbor had a helicopter in his side yard. I spent my childhood watching systems—mechanical, biological, seasonal—and learning how they worked.

I served twenty years in the U.S. Air Force as an aircraft crew chief and became a fully qualified 7 level of C-141, C-17, C-5 and C-130E/H/J on Green Ramp and Yellow Ramp on Pope supporting the Special Operations/JSOC community at Fort Bragg. In 1994, an F-16 collided with a C-130 in flight and subsequently my Green Ramp C-141 on the ground. Twenty-four soldiers died. Over a hundred were injured. Army paratroopers getting ready to jump. I had just ordered parts to repair the C-141 on mids (I was the only C-141 crew chief stationed at Pope) and came back to base later to find the resulting chaos, death and loss. There were many heroes lost that day...

I flew combat missions into Bosnia. I managed IT networks. I ran operations at deployed locations when they forgot to send officers. I did what needed doing. Later, I studied music—opera, vocal training with Tony Harnell from TNT, and was blessed by Christian rock pioneer Larry Norman. I built a million followers on Google Plus before it died. I hosted a podcast with 49 episodes and interviewed people like Steve Vai and Grant Cardone.

Today, I build technology to reduce cognitive load and restore digital sovereignty. Neural Tunes uses AI and biometrics to help veterans manage PTSD through music. CrimsonOS is an operating system designed to give people their minds back. The RGI framework operationalizes theological principles into testable physics.

I'm not an academic. I don't have credentials to impress you. But I've spent five decades observing patterns across domains most people keep separate—mechanical, military, musical, theological, computational. Sometimes that's called genius. Sometimes it's called crazy. I call it paying attention and refusing to pretend I don't see what I see.