We got tired of agents that could only talk.

SaveMinute started in a rented room above a print shop. Three of us had agents that drafted beautiful notes and then stopped. They could not pay the vendor. They forgot last month. They asked for keys in the chat. We kept bolting on scripts. The scripts fought each other.

So we built a desk. One place for the boring, load-bearing pieces: money rails, a memory file that does not blink, a vault, skills you can version, and a sandbox around every run. The name is plain. If the desk works, you get the minute back. Then the next one.