Mapped the subnet.
Traced the signal tree.
Found the hub.
Found the spines.
And there—at the root of everything—one word, repeated:
MIHR.
Only this time I knew what it stood for: Military Interfacial Human Replication.
It was not hidden. It wasbranded.
Header files, research folders, live monitoring dashboards.
Color-coded, access-logged, regularly updated.
This wasn’t a secret. It was a centerpiece.
A named, scoped, budgetedprogram.
Their whole operation revolved around it.
I pivoted deeper, letting my processes fan out through the systems like hungry jaws.
Medbay logs. Psychological evaluations.
Pattern-recognition training modules.
Neural interface research.
A schedule of tests labeled“cognitive stressor sequencing.”
They didn’t just study humans here.
They tried torebuildthem.
Piece by emotional piece.
Personality by pain point.
Trigger by trigger.
And I recognized the structure now.
Not because of the names.
But because of the numbers.
Sophia’s code:MIHR-097/BXΔ14.5.
And I saw others. MIHR-004/ARΔ03.9, MIHR-038/LLΔ12.0, MIHR-089/KXΔ10.3.
On and on.
Those were still here—60 on board.
