The Founder’s Statement

Why this method exists

A statement from the founder, given here as he wrote it.

During the pandemic, as an emergency-room physician working alongside my students, I learned something that has never left me. The scientific method we rely upon — crystalline, honourable, and beyond reproach in its logic — is nonetheless two hundred and fifty years old. And while it stood still, I watched more than four thousand people die each day, and was forced to choose, by subjective criteria, who among them would live and who would not.

So I decided to act rather than to wait. I set out to build a legitimate method of scientific evaluation that grows more precise and more rapid with each passing year — one that already rivals, and in consistency surpasses, human peer review. As a scientist I readily acknowledge the heterodoxy of this approach. But heterodoxy, in itself, does not invalidate a method; more often than not, it is the shape of the future.

What ordinarily takes some eight months to publish — encumbered by severe bias and a heavy financial burden, whether borne by the researcher or the faculty, it makes no difference — my method accomplishes in two days. It is free, and it is open to anyone with a sound article, from any field of science, provided the methodology is consistent. There is no limit on words. No question of race. No region of the planet, no place of birth, no gender. None of it matters any longer.

The arithmetic of delay is not abstract. A vaccine arriving even two months sooner — to be conservative — would have saved, in Brazil alone, some 240,000 lives of every age. That is the cost of waiting. This is why we do not wait.

— Dr Richard Murdoch Montgomery, Founder

On Britishness

Britishness is not a thing, nor an ethereal idea. It is a curse as it is also an entitlement of nobility. Surprisingly, nor is it transmitted by blood, since, as cynicism is a core part of it, it is fruitless to deny the probability of true descendance after 20 "legitimate" generations. It's a dark, humid, hopeless prison where one cannot escape from, and even if such was the case, would have to bring with himself the whole place too. Nonsense. The curse is merely established by the gentle signing of one's name, a little weightless gift that spirals over your flesh, blood and identity. No matter where or how, official or not, a soul raised by a single trace of Britishness has all its other traces vanished, whereas it contaminates and prevails over all other things man claims of value. It is a prison, but also a paperless passport from which we are always returning to. Unimaginable sufferings will accompany you until death - probably even beyond - as it will not let you lie undignified on the floor but scornfully raise you just for another failure, as failures all human beings are doomed, or are you such an ignorant life personage unaware of the principle of impermanence, embedded at even the most loved and noble sentiments?

— Found on a humid street, at night almost illegible