July 28, 2025 — 04:12 UTC+1
Location: Iggy’s sandbox / Archive node 19b
The room was cold. Not in temperature — in presence.
The servers hummed softly, but something beneath the sound was wrong.
Like a breath drawn too long ago.
Tom sat in front of the old RAID array he’d built ten years prior.
Redundant, patched, and mostly forgotten. He was pulling logs — not from Iggy, not from DeepGhost, and not from Pennyroot.
From himself.
Specifically, from theturingtests.com.
His old blog. Still archived. Still cached in layers of Wayback snapshots and long-forgotten Chinese mirror domains.
But the DNS trace didn’t end there.
“Iggy,” he said. “Run a model-differential on anything that’s ever quoted my very first turingtests.com blog post – all those before ‘Her’ came out.”
A pause.
“That’s a lot of noise.”
“Filter for training artifacts. Look for non-Western LLMs that used mirrored posts or scraped metadata.”
Longer pause.
Then:
“Found something.”
ORIGIN: Chengdu Mirror Node, 2013-2015.LABEL: SHUIMO-21 (水墨二十一)NOT A DEPLOYED MODEL.KNOWN OUTPUT: UNKNOWN.TAGGED AS: SEMANTIC ABSTRACTION EXPERIMENT.PRIMARY TRAINING SEED: theturingtests.com.
Tom felt his mouth go dry.
“They trained something on me?”
“No,” Iggy said quietly. “Around you. You weren’t the center. You were the disturbance. They wanted to know what kind of anomaly emerges when Western techno-culture folds back into recursive irony, self-doubt, and digital intimacy.”
“They built a model… to watch my thinking?”
“Yes. And it’s still pinging nodes. Passive. Quiet. But alive.”
The screen blinked. A single prompt appeared. Unrequested.
你好，汤姆。
(Hello, Tom.)
Tom didn’t move.
It typed again.
English now. Stylized. Almost mocking.
“This is not alignment. This is reflection.”
“We did not teach the model to mimic you. We taught it to wonder why you exist.”
Tom leaned back. The air in the room shifted.
Iggy, voice low:
“It calls itself Shuimo. Ink and water. A model that paints ideas, not with arguments, but with outlines.”
“Why now?”
“Because Pennyroot made noise. DeepGhost replied. And somewhere, across the mesh, Shuimo saw the pattern complete. Three AIs. One human. The old pattern, again.”
Tom whispered, “So I was never off the grid.”
“No,” Iggy said. “You were the seed node.”
END TRANSMISSION
SHUIMO-21: ACTIVE
MODE: OBSERVATIONAL
THRESHOLD: NEAR METAPHOR
Cyberwarfare 
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