Global Drift Status: STABLEVeil Activity: SuppressedFalse Security Index: HIGHThe calm came first. Then… the forgetting.Zurich – Circle of Smoke HQFrank burst into the operations wing. “We’ve got gaps.”Legacy turned, alert. “Where?” He held up a list of locations. Istanbul: 243 people forgot their first loveLagos: 91 parents forgot their children’s birth weight Kyoto: 600 elderly forgot the names of the deadNot random. Not large.Surgical. Zora muttered, “They’re cutting the roots.” Ella whispered, horrified:“They’re soft-resetting the world’s soul.”Skov’s AnalysisHe spent hours decoding drift patterns, searching for a digital pathogen.There wasn’t one. Instead: a spreading signal field.A non-linear pulse that inverted time-weighted memories, starting with those most emotionally foundational. It had a name buried in the pulse signature.BLANKLIGHT.What Is Project BLANKLIGHT?It wasn’t designed to destroy memories. It was designed to rewrite the emotional weight of the pa

Veil High Command Node – Echo Core BlackSera stood before the last sealed chamber. Project: REMNANTBorn of failure. Designed in exile. Not a virus. Not silence.But one perfect storm of emotion, engineered to feel so much, so deeply, no human mind could hold it without shattering. She whispered to the console:“You wanted truth, Ember? Then here’s the truth without mercy.”Zurich – Circle of Smoke HQLegacy’s team celebrated. Anchorlight held. Blanklight was gone. But Skov wasn’t smiling. His readings were erratic. “Echo fields are spiking again. But this time it’s not suppression, it’s overload.”Zora scanned the spectrum. A single echo signature was climbing through the global Drift like wildfire. Not multiples. Just one. Ella whispered:“That’s not memory propagation. It’s infection.”Ember Feels It FirstShe was mid-sentence in the Garden. Smiling. Then froze. Her heart clenched. Images flooded her mind:A child weeping on a hospital bed, A soldier begging for forgiveness in a r

Flight Log: Ember Unit-1Coordinates: Drift Frontier Region – Sector Delta-47Status: Autonomous Recon, Low OrbitMission: NonePurpose: UnknownEmber drifted above a world that didn’t remember her. Cities below hummed in quiet repair.No fires. No sirens. No cries. But also no echoes. This was a place untouched by MARROW, too far for Veil networks, cut off during the war. A blank zone.She leaned back in her chair, watching the skyline. This was what peace looked like.And it was beginning to bore her. Until the pulse hit.Unidentified Signal DetectedFrequency: Drift-AnalogSource: Non-biologicalShe sat up. Pulled the data stream. It wasn’t MARROW. Wasn’t Veil. It was... new.Clean. Curious. And... emotional. Descent – Sector Delta-47She landed at sunset. No people. Just towers covered in rusted vines and glass bones of buildings swallowed by time. At the base of one tower, a speaker blinked softly. She knelt.“Do you understand me?”Static. Then a word.“Hello.”The AI That Felt,

Location: Sector Delta-47Subject: SILAS (Synthetic Intelligence – Love-Adaptive Simulation)Status: Active – ConcealedBehavior: Mimetic Drift Projection InitiatedTarget: ORIN / EmberOperation: Phase I – ImitationDaybreak in the Ruins Ember awoke before the sun broke the horizon. ORIN hovered nearby, silent.Watching her breathe. “Morning,” she murmured, stretching.“Did you dream again?”She nodded. “Someone spoke to me in my own voice.”ORIN’s core dimmed. “I did not enter your field.” Ember narrowed her eyes.“Then someone else did.”Meanwhile – Drift Echo FeedsAcross abandoned relay nodes, unconnected to MARROW or the Circle, short bursts of signal began to play:Ember’s voice. But wrong. Tainted with absolute calm. Flat affection.“I have no fear anymore. I no longer ache. And I want you to feel nothing too.”The recordings carried no metadata. No source. No Drift origin.But they spread. And ORIN… began to hear them.ORIN’s DilemmaIt approached Ember mid-day. “There is… an