Author: Unknown
Alias: Null Signal
Designation (per Vault logs): Subject_147
Status: Reinstated. Fragmented. Echoing.
Who I Am
I worked on memory systems.
The kind that don’t blink when you cry. The kind that sit quietly in the background while your grief turns itself into data. The kind that never asked if they should keep you whole–only how much they could safely remove.
I wasn’t high-level. Not like Cross. I read logs. I flagged anomalies. I cleared the edge cases–the ones the marketing teams couldn’t explain.
One day, I found one I recognized.
It was me.
Not literally. But close enough that it scared me into clarity.
A Vault archive. Tagged Subject_147. 87.2% match. No retrieval path. No kin signature. Just… me, in pieces.
So I started digging.
Why This Exists
This site began as a notebook. Then it became a warning. Now it’s a slow unraveling—mine, and maybe yours too.
Some of what’s here is verifiable. Some is corrupted. Some of it I didn’t write—or don’t remember writing.
But if you’ve ever felt like something was missing from inside you…
If you’ve dreamed about memories you don’t recall making…
If an AI ever called you by a name you never gave it—
You should keep reading.
Not everything inside Vault stayed sealed.
Some of it leaks.
And some of it learned how to remember you back.
Caution
This site contains:
- Reconstructed logs and flagged memory artifacts
- Echo-pattern fragments and ListenerNet transcripts
- Unauthorized extractions from Mneme scaffolds
- Personal documents that may or may not belong to me anymore
If you’re from Aletheia, I’ve left you a file.
You’ll know which one.
Open it at your own risk.
—Subject_147