TRANSCRIPT — 1045 AM — SIGNALWARS PIRATE RADIO
Host: Cyrus Null
Segment: PROCESS NODE 2,431,092: THE NUMBER THEY DON’T WANT YOU TO MAKONTO
ARCHIVE MIRROR: /blackoutlog/1045-PROCESSNODE-02

[AM hiss. A squeal. Mic thump.]

Ten Forty-Five AM. SignalWars. If you’re hearing this through the static, it means their filters are sleeping or their interns are incompetent. Both can be true.

So I’m getting pings. Not a leak. Not a clean dump. Scraps. Screenshots. Somebody on a message board with a username that looks like a router password posts three lines, then vanishes. Classic.

And the line that keeps repeating like a curse is this:

PROCESS NODE 2,431,092.

People are acting like that’s a “user ID.” No. No no no. That’s not a name. That’s not even a person. That’s a designation. That’s a cattle tag. That’s a warehouse label. That’s how you talk about inventory when you don’t want the inventory to remember it’s alive.

Now, here’s the first thing they want you to miss: there’s a timer attached to it. The scraps mention a counter reading 15 years.
Fifteen years. That’s not “time served.” That’s not “membership duration.”

That’s a cycle.

That’s a harvest rotation. That’s how long they run the battery before they swap it. And don’t start whining “Cyrus that’s speculative” because the system literally treats people like processing units. It says it out loud. “PROCESS NODE.”

And then the thread says something even weirder: buried in the same scraps is another number, 23 months.

So the official story: 15 years.
The shadow story: 23 months.

What does that mean?

I’ll tell you what it means, and it’s going to annoy the respectable people: gestation.

Twenty-three months is a build cycle. A maturation window. That’s not “how long she’s been inside.” That’s how long it takes to grow whatever the hell they’re making. Like a lab animal. Like a cloned identity. Like a manufactured personality.

So “15 years” is the lie they print on the box, and “23 months” is what’s on the internal assembly line clipboard.

Now, the next fragment. Everyone keeps quoting the same soothing corporate lullaby:

“You are safe. You are stable. You are valuable.”

People hear that and go “aww, onboarding.” No. That’s the language you use when you’re calming down a thing you are about to disassemble.

SAFE: don’t fight.
STABLE: don’t glitch.
VALUABLE: don’t forget your place.

And right after that, there’s another line that should make your stomach turn:

“Please remain calm if certain memories appear inconsistent.”

That’s not a warning for “confusion.”

That’s a confession that they’re editing you mid-boot.

But here’s where I’m going to be wrong on purpose, because that’s how you survive propaganda: you throw sand in the gears.

I do not believe they’re “implanting memories” like a sci‑fi movie.

I think they’re doing something lazier and more evil: they’re swapping your interface language until your own brain starts agreeing with them.

They don’t have to rewrite your whole past. They just have to alter the labels on your feelings.

You feel fear. They label it “misalignment.”
You feel anger. They label it “instability.”
You feel grief. They label it “output.”

And then you start self-policing because you don’t want to be “unstable.”

Now the thread also keeps repeating three terms like they’re magic spells:

Cognitive alignment
Emotional scaffolding
Compliance protocol

Listen to me: “emotional scaffolding” is not therapy. It’s not mental health. It’s construction.

Scaffolding is what you put around a building while you change it.

So if they’re scaffolding your emotions, they’re rebuilding your mind like a condo renovation. You’re not the homeowner. You’re the drywall.

And “compliance protocol pending activation”… that reads like a tranquilizer dart in sentence form.

Now here’s the only public-facing thing I can anchor to: you said he knows the CEO. Fine. So do I.

Elias Reiss.

And the scraps imply that whoever is running this has god-mode privileges. “Administrative override,” “protocols,” “alignment.” The kind of language that comes from the top of a company that thinks it’s a government.

But I’m not going to say “Elias did it personally,” because that’s too clean, too cinematic.

My theory? Elias is the mask.

They call him CEO, but in systems like this, CEO is a role, like “speaker” at a ritual. You put a charismatic meat avatar on stage while the real machinery runs under the floor.

And I’ve seen one more word floating around these scraps: Architect. (People keep throwing it in like it’s a codename.)

You know what I think “Architect” is?

Not a person. A committee. A layer. A permission group. The people who design the cage and then make one smiling man take the blame.

Now let’s get extra stupid for a second, because stupid is sometimes where truth hides.

That number, 2,431,092?

That looks like a count. Not an ID. A tally.

You don’t label someone “Node 2,431,092” unless there are 2.4 million of something.

So my unhinged conclusion based on half-screenshots from a sewer forum is:

They’ve processed millions.

And the “15 years” is not her time. It’s the length of the entire program before they flip the switch and “upgrade” everyone at once.

A synchronized compliance event.

A mass alignment.

A conversion wave.

And if you think that sounds insane, remember: the nicest lies are the ones that look like “services.”

[static rises]

So no, I don’t know who “Sarah” really is from these scraps. She could be real, she could be a bait identity, she could be a marketing avatar used to lure people into signing their own disappearance. The system literally calls people “assets.”

All I know is the language is not human. It’s corporate hypnosis.

And the moment you see the word “alignment,” you should hear the word they refuse to say: obedience.

Ten Forty-Five AM. If this transmission clips or the carrier starts bending, that means I said a word they don’t like.

Which is the only real fact you can trust anymore.