Most websites use a Privacy Policy to tell you exactly how they plan to harvest your soul for ad revenue. At quadstronix.dev, the policy is simpler: I don’t want your data. I have enough of my own problems; I certainly don't need yours clogging up my database.
In Short: None. Zero. Zip.
I don’t collect "Personal Information" because this isn't a data farm. I’m not "facilitating account creation" or "expressing interest in your preferences." If you email me or message me on Mission Control, I’ll know your name and email because that’s how communication works, not because I’m running a covert psychological profiling operation.
I don't. I am a human, not a "data processor." If you send me a message, my brain "processes" it so I can reply. That is the extent of the computation. I am not "optimizing user experiences" or "leveraging synergies." I'm just reading.
Whether you are in the EU, the UK, Canada, or orbiting Mars, the legal basis for me not having your data is that I didn't ask for it and I didn't save it. * Consent: You consent to me knowing you exist by talking to me.
Vital Interests: My only vital interest is keeping this site running without becoming a digital landlord.
Unlike the "Mega-Corps" that force you into a digital gladiator pit of Forced Arbitration the moment you click "Agree," I believe in actual accountability.
I find the modern trend of "Software as a Service" (where you pay forever to own nothing) to be a plague. On this mission, we respect ownership. If I give you code, it's yours. I won't hide behind a 50-page legal shield that prevents you from seeking actual justice just because I redefined "ownership" to mean "renting until I decide otherwise."
In Short: I am not a baker or a bounty hunter.
There are no tracking pixels, no "interest-based advertising," and no third-party cookies. If a cookie appears, it’s likely a default setting from your own browser trying to remember you were here. I'm not looking over your shoulder.
My site doesn't respond to DNT signals because there is nothing to track. You are already invisible here. You’re a ghost in the machine, and I like it that way.
You have the right to be left alone. I am honoring that right by not knowing who you are in the first place. If you think I have your data, you’re mistaken, but feel free to message me at Mission Control to confirm my lack of knowledge.
I’ll update this if the laws get even more ridiculous or if I accidentally become a billionaire and have to hire lawyers. Until then, the policy is: It's my site, but it's your data. Keep it.
Current Status: Stealth Mode Engaged.