THE ORBITAL BONDING SYSTEM(OBS)

—A Data-Pirate Named FENR | Operation: Ghost Root

[FENR — Entry Log 001 | Deepline]

They say if you want to die quickly and quietly, try hacking Numinex.

Security layers stacked like sentient wasps.

Quantum-triggered intrusion alarms.

Firewalls that don't just block—they adapt.

Strike too hard and you don't get fried—your relatives do.

And the worst part?

You don't even know what you're trying to steal.

But I'm not interested in finishing with scars.

I want the blueprints.

The truth about the N-Gen chip.

The secret behind the ORB seed core no one at the top will admit exists.

To do that, I need a ghost key.

I need access.

Not a door kicked down, but a door opened willingly.

Enter Leon Varik.

[LEON — Personal Memo | Numinex Staff Console]

I don't get many visitors.

Not unusual, really. Everyone at Numinex keeps their head down. We build in parts, never see the full machine. That's protocol.

So when I met "Felix"—quiet, curious, bright-eyed tech whisperer from a small offshore research startup—I felt something click.

He respected what I did. Not just the code. But the purpose.

He asked questions no one else ever did:

"Do you ever wonder if the ORBs are watching us back?"

"What's it feel like to teach something that never forgets?"

I told him about the first time I watched an ORB sync with a newborn and the lights flickered like they were breathing together.

He just smiled and said:

"You don't build machines. You build inheritance."

He got it. More than anyone else ever had.

[FENR — Entry Log 014 | Operation Progress]

Leon Varik. Emotional. Curious. Well-placed.

He's the kind of man who wants someone to believe in him.

So I did.

I complimented his deprecated framework—called it "elegant."

Shared a few mock-up encryption patches he thought were mine (they were lifted from an East Bloc skimmer net).

Brought him coffee once.

Laughed at his stories about the ORB breathing patterns.

It only took six days before he invited me inside his secured workspace.

"Only for a few minutes. Don't touch anything."

But I didn't have to.

The relay worm I planted on his retinal badge did the touching for me.

In 12 seconds, I had:

Quantum Root Map fragments

Deep Layer R&D query logs

Partial schematics of the G-ORB heirloom memory bridge

I was in.

[LEON — Personal Memo | Audit Week]

Something's wrong.

My session logs show multiple login timestamps I don't remember.

My network trail keeps pinging phantom connections from outside regions.

And "Felix"?

Gone.

No answers. No logs. Not even a personal ID left in the system. It's like he never existed.

But I found something worse.

My console was used as a relay hub.

Encrypted backtrace confirms it: someone used me to breach Numinex security.

They stole… I don't even know what.

I tried to explain.

Security didn't listen.

I'm under internal review. They revoked my clearance. My ORB is on passive mode.

Tomorrow they're taking my badge.

[FENR — Entry Log 021 | Exit]

Leon Varik is officially off the grid now.

He'll spend the next decade trying to understand how someone like me got past his kindness.

But he won't find me.

He'll try to redeem himself, maybe even turn whistleblower.

But none of that matters.

Because I got what I came for.

Fragmented N-Gen kernel pathways.

Mirror protocols for G-ORB personality drift.

And most importantly: proof that Numinex doesn't build ORBs—they harvest them.

[FENR — Final Entry | Codename: LEVIATHAN]

The next breach won't be a whisper.

It'll be a scream.

[SECURITY MEMO — INTERNAL TERMINATION NOTICE | Numinex Corporation]

Subject: Leon Varik

Termination Status: Effective Immediately

Breach Severity: Classified

Clearance Status: Expunged

Notes:

"You gave the wolf your front door key. Now it wears your face."

—C. Viren, Internal Security Head.