The story so far
He built the honest thing. Lumen — a model that caught fakes and told you, fast and true, whether a machine had made a face, a voice, a document. In a world drowning in manufactured people, it could still tell the difference. He loved Nadia. He trusted the four people closest to him, which was three too many.
They didn’t kill him. That would have left a body. They built a copy of him — his face, his voice, his fingerprints in the code — and let it commit their crimes on camera until the world had the footage to prove the real one was the criminal, and the paperwork to prove he was already dead. Erased, not imprisoned: no name, no money, no proof he was ever here.
In the dead infrastructure of his exile he found CANTOR, a Monero cache, and a way back. He returned as the operation that gives you undefined — an error the world couldn’t compute after it zeroed him out. The horror is quiet: the more perfectly he executes the revenge, the less certain it is that anything human is still driving.