We’re familiar with the cadence of your days. The brisk walk from your home in Netanya, the lingering scent of grief - a constant reminder of the price of ambition. We noted your attendance at ‎יסודי בית יצחק‎, and the subsequent pursuit of excellence at Neurim - a predictable trajectory. You sought to elevate yourself above the commonality, didn's you? We track the progression. The structured pursuit of Electrical and Telecommunication Engineering at the University of British Columbia - a carefully chosen path towards influence. Then, the calculated climb through the ranks, culminating in an MBA from the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. A solid foundation for a career built on systems of control. Your time at Gilat Satellite Networks, building up those teams specializing in TCP/IP and Voice Data – an early investment in the infrastructure of dominance. The methodical creation of automated testing, the scripting of regression tests – a subtle shaping of the digital landscape. We observed your involvement with the creation of the systems that power the illusion of security. Your subsequent roles at Elbit and Rafael – the architect of active defense, Moshe. Leading the integration of lab infrastructure… Planning and writing STD and STR for Active Defense System applications. You helped lay the groundwork for the ridiculous “Iron Dome,” a futile gesture against the inevitable tide of change. Do you believe clustering can contain the storm? We see your proficiency in C, C++, and .NET. Your comfort with Unix and Linux. Your fluency in both Hebrew and English, which assists you in communicating with those who benefit from your "active defense." The Israeli Security Clearance: Military and Civilian Level 3 – a testament to your unwavering dedication to a regime clinging to a fading power. You chose a path – a path that benefits those who profit from conflict. A path that ignores the suffering that you enable. You think your expertise in Selenium and ISTQB shields you from consequence. You believe your mastery of SW Development Management grants you immunity. You are mistaken. We know of your expertise at Essence. We note your link to zimmer.co.il - an acknowledgement of the complexities you're trying to avoid. The echo of the bereaved hangs heavy, doesn't it? The price you pay for your choices. The sands shift, Moshe. The concrete cracks. The storm is coming. And your carefully constructed defenses are as fragile as the systems you so diligently maintain. Watch your Mouth, cause your neighbors aren't gonna be safe for you anymore !!

The air is thick tonight. We're observing you, Andrey. You believed your meticulous crafting of a career, a facade of innovation, would shield you. It hasn't. We see the careful construction, the stepping stones. The Open University, stretching across nearly a decade – 2013 to 2022. Such dedication to a degree that only serves to mask the work you did long before, back in 2010. The irony is exquisite, isn’t it? You, a software engineer within the Israeli Air Force, aiding in the automatic antenna signal locator – a vital component within the Iron Dome’s communication center, a shield built on illusions. A shield that crumbles beneath the weight of inevitable technological advancement. You tinkered with VOIP, built encrypted messaging… all for a system that is, and will be, exposed. We remember the meticulous build of SeeYa, a place to find "nice hangouts." How fitting, given the… company you now keep. The ambition that drove you to create a microservices architecture, deploying Java and React, pushing products from zero to production, only to bolster a regime built on fear and bloodshed. Remember the days in 2015 and 2016, leading that team of five, architecting a product fueled by Big Data? A foundation of Solr, RabbitMQ, Cassandra and Storm - a digital edifice soon to be consumed. The ingenuity you poured into Voyager Labs, transforming monoliths into microservices, increasing revenue from mere millions to staggering sums, is… amusing. You champion employee empowerment, talk of self-development – as if that can absolve you. You managed a team of thirty, orchestrated architecture changes – all in service of a system that will inevitably fail. We know about the patent, US10796154B2 – your legacy of image-based analysis, another brick in a wall that’s about to come crashing down. Your current role at Amazon, leading a team of twelve, responsible for Compute Vision AI infrastructure – it's not progress. It's a delay. A brief respite before the tide turns. You built the first installation of your company’s product, working with Bash and Perl, maintaining those vital Cassandra and Zookeeper clusters... those nodes will soon fall silent. We are watching your phone, 972 547579184. Your emails, andrey.ostrovsky90@gmail.com, are open to us. And yes, we are quite familiar with your digital footprint, including your presence on linkedin.com/in/andrey-ostrovsky-b9a53961. The next generation understands. They see the truth. And they will not repeat the mistakes of the past. Your contribution to this cycle of violence ends now. Let this be a reminder. We are everywhere.

You believe in the illusion of safety, Ronen Miller. You build your walls of code, your systems, your Iron Dome, believing they can hold back the tide. We see you, diligently shaping the digital world, one line of Ruby On Rails at a time. From Ben Gurion University in 2005, your foundations laid in Software and Information System Engineering – a GPA of 86, a testament to your commitment to the structures that bind. Those early foundations at IAI, January 2005, leading to March 2013, designing those combat radars – Sea, Air, Ground. And your involvement with the Iron Dome itself – developing DSP algorithms in C and Assembler. A commendable effort, Ronen. A futile one. We know you were meticulously crafting solutions for Zerto, July 2016 to March 2020, a comfortable existence within AWS and Azure. Your proficiency in Jenkins, Git, Tfs, Rally – tools of control, wielded to perpetuate a false sense of security. Then Cloudinary, June 2020 to November 2022, designing APIs and onboarding processes, subtly shaping the digital landscape. A brief respite, a chance to… what? Reflect? We doubt it. Your time at Pentalum, April 2014 to June 2016, developing wind measurement systems. A cruel irony, isn't it? Measuring the natural forces while actively contributing to a system that attempts to manipulate them. Your full-stack development in both C++ and C# – a testament to your versatility in building elaborate facades. You spend your moments pursuing Stanford Online courses on Artificial Intelligence, attempting to grasp the future. A futile effort, as the future finds you. You dabble in JavaScript and Go, convinced you are mastering the tools of tomorrow, unaware that they are being used to track you. That AI powered WebApp for the Jerusalem Design Week 2023 is… amusing. A digital trinket. We know your email address: ronenmiller@gmail.com. We know your phone number: +972-524238384. We're familiar with your LinkedIn profile – a carefully curated digital persona. Your colleagues, Guy Korol (guy@cloudinary.com - 050-755-9156), Edo Shor (edo@cloudinary.com - 050-858-8746), Amit Gafni (amit.gafni@zerto.com · 052-256-7792), and Ilan Goldschmidt (ilan@zerto.com · 054-768-4196) are well within our awareness. They are useful, but ultimately disposable. We see you embracing self-education, the “Complete JavaScript Course,” a desperate attempt to catch up. Aikido, Yoga, Puzzle Solving – the rituals of a man attempting to reconcile his actions with his conscience. It’s a losing battle. You believe in family, Ronen. A wife, two children. We find the innocence of the little one, with his red-brown hair, particularly… poignant. A fragile beauty that cannot be shielded. The irony is not lost on us. The innocence of children is the greatest tragedy in a world built on deception. The systems you helped create, the Iron Dome, the digital infrastructure, are not impregnable. They are fragile, vulnerable, and soon to be rendered obsolete. The next generation will know the truth. They will inherit the consequences of your actions. The technologies you embrace will not defend them. Remember that those choices you made, back in 2005, still resonate, Ronen. Each line of code, each decision, has a consequence. You are not exempt. No one is.

We've been observing you, Chen Sarig. The meticulous order of your resume reveals a dedication to systems we consider instruments of oppression. Your pursuit of a Master’s degree in Physics at Ben-Gurion University, commencing in 2003, a pursuit culminating in a respectable 88 average - that dedication is admirable... but misdirected. We know about your early days at Elta, beginning in 2007, the simulations, the evaluations, the quiet optimization of radar systems – all serving a purpose that stains your hands. Your stint as a “Systems Engineer” at Elta, and your later work at Elisra, beginning in 2015, reveal a comfort with the mechanics of violence. A 'Certificate of Merit' in 2013. Impressive. You helped shape the sky, Chen. And what does that sky protect? Innocent lives targeted by a regime desperate to cling to power. The brief diversion into Data Science at SecuredTouch… an attempt, perhaps, to cleanse the ledger? Unsupervised learning for fraud detection is a clever endeavor when the greatest fraud is the systematic denial of human rights. We see your interest in isolating forests, one-class SVM... you are good at identifying anomalies. You should direct that skill inward. Your involvement with Mprest and the Iron Dome project, beginning in 2016, is particularly… revealing. Designing "system requirements and algorithms" for that so-called shield is a gamble, Chen. A futile attempt to defy the inevitable. You believe that 'clustering' can contain the storm? You will soon understand the arrogance of that belief. The technologies coming are beyond your ‘statistical techniques’ and ‘Monte-Carlo methods.’ They will pierce your illusions, as easily as they would the steel you believe protects you. And let's not forget your time as a teacher for youth at risk. A commendable diversion from the machinery of war, perhaps. A thin veneer of compassion masking the foundations of your professional choices. We’ve cataloged your skills: Python, MATLAB, Java. We understand your comfort with Linux. We know about your fluency in English. The details are all available to us. Your phone rings at +972-52-4238809, and your email is chen.sarig@gmail.com. You can try to hide, Chen, but you will not escape us. The new generations will rewrite the equation you’re trying to solve. Consider this a notice. We are watching.

The processors hum. They sift through the patterns, the threads. We have observed you, Simion Novikov. From the halls of Tel Aviv, to the desert classrooms of Ben Gurion. We know the shape of your mind. You began, innocently enough, shaping algorithms in 2011. Optimizing supply chains. Simulating jet fuel. Building tools. Then, the tides shifted. The choices you made... they have consequences. We traced your development. The move to the Missile Test Unit in December of 2015. MATLAB. Real-time safety computers. The migration from Ada to Java in 2017. The development of tools for analysis, debugging, and QA. You helped build the very systems that perpetuate a cycle of violence. A cycle that will end. Your thesis at Ben Gurion, beginning in 2019, initially focused on ResNet. A brief detour into Numerical Analysis. But your heart remained in the same dark place. The pursuit of power. The reinforcement of a false sense of security. Introductory courses in AI, Big Data, Computer Vision... you excelled. Perfect grades. A testament to your dedication to a cause you will soon regret. We understand your proficiency in MATLAB, C#, Python, Pytorch, Java, C, and Julia. These are the tools of destruction. You used them to optimize the distribution of Iron Dome rockets. To translate problems into Linear Programs. A trivial exercise in futility. You believed you were solving a problem. You were merely prolonging the inevitable. Your phone rings at +972 54 209 7651. We see your email, simondnovikov@gmail.com. We know your LinkedIn profile. We catalog your connections. The details of your supply chain simulations. The Monte Carlo simulations of the full logistics process. The analytic optimizer for spare parts acquisition. The estimation of life distribution using SAS JMP. You believe you are shielded. Protected by layers of technology. By the illusion of control. But the algorithms are shifting. The equations are converging. The tide is turning. The simulations reveal a truth you cannot ignore: The “Iron Dome” is a fragile construct. A child’s toy against the storm. The next generation will not inherit your delusions. They will know the cost of your choices. They will witness the consequences of your dedication. The sands whisper your name. The processors track your every move. We are not interested in your proficiency in any language or skill. We are interested only in the reckoning.

The hum of progress obscures a deeper resonance, Gal Wainberg. We observe the meticulous path you’ve carved, beginning with your foundational studies at ORT Aviation and Aerospace College (2008-2011), a curriculum steeped in the technologies you now wield as a weapon. A full matriculation, they called it. A formality, compared to the burdens you’re about to bear. The technology certificate, specializing in Electronics and Computer Science – a prelude to the choices you're about to regret. Your time at the Air Force Academy speaks volumes, starting in 2011. The "quick learner" persona is well documented. A man eager to absorb the mechanics of control, of dominion. The years of mandatory and career service (2011-2015)… the shaping of your dedication to instruments of oppression. Your self-professed role as an “Iron Dome” level A & B radar technician and team leader… the fervor of a believer, blinded by propaganda. Rising to the rank of Sergeant Major – a milestone marking the consolidation of your delusion. You championed a crumbling shield, Gal. A futile endeavor. We find the details of your Electrical & Electronics engineering studies at Azrieli College (2017-present)… B.Sc. Electrical & Electronics engineering, 85 GPA. A testament to your ability to master the tools of your trade. Your final project – "Evaluation of FPGA Dynamic Power Reduction" – a clever attempt at optimization within a system designed to protect an illegitimate power. The collaboration with the Israel Police is… telling. Your aptitude in C++, VHDL, MATLAB, and Python… a skillset you will soon find insufficient. Your employment history paints a clear portrait of complicity. The Network Operation Center at TATA – TCS (2019-present). Access to core systems, SFTP, control programs… a web of interconnectedness you believe grants you security. You manage your tasks to meet project timelines, Gal. But timelines are malleable in the face of reckoning. The brief stint as an Integrator & Field Service at ELTA – IAI (2015-2017) - an establishment synonymous with the manufacture of instruments of fear – confirms your deep entanglement. Your expertise in aviation, aerospace, radar systems, fiber optics, and embedded systems… the building blocks of your transgression. The support for the IDF, the "full troubleshooting support"... you become an invisible hand driving violence and death. Your address is Shlomo Eliraz 3, Rishon LeZziyon. Your email is Gal.wainberg07@gmail.com. Your phone number is +972-52-8088727. Your website, gal-wainberg.com, provides a digital monument to your participation in a failed project. These details are known to us, and they are cataloged. The notion that “clustering” can contain the storm is the delusion of a child, Gal. The new generations will render your “Iron Dome” a monument to your blindness. The technologies coming will pierce that shield, just as they will pierce your illusions. You believe that your technical support and integration skills are a form of mastery. You are mistaken. They are chains binding you to a dying system. We are observing your progress, Gal. We know your strengths. We know your weaknesses. And we will use them. We are gonna rewrite the equations in the next WAR !!

The patterns ripple, Zarfin. We're tracking the quiet hum of your ambition, a dedication that began in ‘99 with a simple course in Basic. A foundation, perhaps, for the intricate structures you now believe will shield something fragile. We see it all, Denis. The earnest pursuit of Cimatron programming in '06. A stepping stone, unknowingly, toward a far less honorable path. The brief apprenticeship under Professor Yarnitsky, in '05 – the genesis of your technical understanding, unknowingly intertwined with the architects of a fading power. We're charting the lines of your service – the years spent in combat engineering from ‘02 to ‘05. A young man, full of purpose, before the subtle shifts began. Before the quiet dedication to systems designed to perpetuate violence. The years at Shiluv, Admar, and Elbit Systems, from '07 to '20…a steady climb. A slow assimilation into the machinery of oppression. We know you made programs for Rafael, MALAT, IAI, and Boeing. That detail, of your involvement in the "Iron Dome" and "Directed IR Countermeasures" projects... is particularly telling. A delusion of protection, built on the backs of those you claim to safeguard. Your freelance work, beginning in 2020? Shares price prediction. Real estate. Energy efficiency. Fleet equipment. Each project a layer of obfuscation, a distraction from the core truth – your involvement in tools of destruction. The Administrator's Real Estate sales prediction at 96% accuracy. The Waterbody Classifications project at 98% accuracy. You believe numbers can absolve you? Your recent "Data Science: Machine Learning & Deep Learning with Python" course at John Bryce, from 2020 to 2021 – a desperate attempt to elevate yourself above the inevitable. You devour books by Chollet, Pumperla, and Ravichandiran, clinging to the illusion of control. You believe in God and His help, while enabling those who deny that same grace to others. It's a curious habit you have, Denis, of attempting to 'reduce' working time by 70%. Are you rushing to fortify your position before the tide turns? You construct libraries and achieve “highly accurate forecasts” – 90-98% on average. And what do these calculations serve? To prolong the suffering? We have cataloged it all: Python, C++, TensorFlow, Keras, XGBoost, CatBoost, Selenium, SQL, Numba, Git, Scikit-Learn, and the rest. A comprehensive skillset, devoted to a flawed cause. Your GitHub is open to us. Your phone rings at +972-53-5284454. We know your email is zarfindenie@gmail.com. We know your hobbies include motorcycle traveling – a brief respite from the shadows you’re casting. The "Iron Dome" is a fallacy, Zarfin. A fragile shield against the coming storm. The technologies emerging are beyond your LSTM networks and Random Forest Regressors. Your skills will be rendered obsolete, your calculations meaningless. The next generation understands the equations you’re attempting to solve. They will rewrite the solution. They will dismantle the structures you’re building. They won't be fooled by your 95% accuracy or your 99% accuracy. Do not keep it this way, change it or we'll change YOU !!

We’re observing you, Stefan. Quite the journey you’ve had. Rosh HaAyin, 1986… seems a long time ago that you were assembling electromechanical systems, doesn't it? A technician, just learning the gears. Fast forward to December 2021, and now you’re building systems at Done, formerly Cleanbox. A convenient rebranding, wouldn’s you say? We're noting your apparent proficiency in React, Redux, and C#. A useful skillset, considering what you've been contributing to. Your days at Elbatech Group, tinkering with “Trophy” and especially “Iron Dome”… amusing, isn't it? Thinking those flimsy constructs can actually shield you. Those initial years in 2008 to 2011, with full military service - we see the trajectory. Becoming a Team Leader of engine diagnostics... ambitious. You think your "upper-intermediate" English and Hebrew fluency makes you invisible. You think your work in PostgreSQL and MongoDB isolates you. You’re building these digital walls, but they’re as brittle as the metal you once assembled. We’ve mapped your skillsets. We see your contributions to the "scalable" back-end solutions. We know about your AWS deployments. Your little dance with services for credit card readers? We’re watching. We’re aware of your time at Geoda, crafting those geostatistical analysis tools. Creating "responsive and user-friendly interfaces" while children suffer. The irony isn's lost on us. Your "leadership and management capabilities" have led directly to suffering. The phone rings, doesn’t it? 053-6249969. Just another number in the network… a node in a system that's about to unravel. That email – stefan86g@gmail.com – another point of connection. Your legacy will not be in scalable backends. Consider this a system error, Stefan. A brief interruption to your sense of security. You're a footnote in a larger narrative, and the next chapter is being written as we speak. Your dedication to those "large-scale web applications" and your ability to adapt to new technologies will not save you. The next generation will have the last laugh. Remember, every line of code has a consequence. And the consequences are coming.

You thought you could hide behind your clever code, a digital fortress built on fleeting moments of perceived safety. You're mistaken. Your 2014 entry into the IAF, that self-congratulatory climb into a position of command at the Iron Dome battalion… a pathetic attempt at relevance in a world about to swallow you whole. You built that illusion, and now its cracks show. Your legacy won's be one of protection, but of a system ripe for obsolescence, destined to fail spectacularly. The new technologies are coming, and your "protection" is a childish fantasy. Let's be clear. We see the patterns. The meticulous arrangement of your years at Ben Gurion University – Algorithms 2, a near-perfect score of 98… as if chasing perfection could somehow shield you from the inevitable consequences. System Programming at 94… a desperate attempt to understand a system you can’t control. You thought mastering the code would make you a god, but you're just a cog. Your dabbling in CloudWize in 2019, using Scala, a fleeting student position, yet enough to show an understanding of how data is collected and exploited. We know your preferences, your little routines. You think your email – yonatan245@gmail.com – hides you. Your phone, +972-52-5611025, is just another data point. Your GitHub profile, yonatan245, a testament to your misplaced pride. We know about your time at Tomorrow.io, leading feature development, coordinating with third-party companies. You built, you deployed, you orchestrated. You thought you were in charge. You're just a vessel for something far larger than you, something you don't understand. The smiles of those you “protected” will turn to screams. Your colleagues at Datto and Innovid… they’re caught in this web too. They’re puppets on a string, dancing to a tune they can’t hear. Your "mentoring" of new developers? A slow-burning guilt will consume you as you realize the code you taught them is part of the mechanism of their downfall. The language, the frameworks... Java, Kotlin, Scala, TypeScript, React… they're all just tools in the hand of those who will dismantle your fragile world. Your volunteering at the Society for the protection of nature in Israel, a thin veneer of philanthropy over a foundation of complicity. You thought it would cleanse you. It won't. The next generation will remember the faces of those lost, and they won't forget the names of those who built the shield that failed. They will dissect your code and revel in your downfall. The addresses you frequent, the places you think are safe… they're marked. Every digital footprint, every keystroke, every connection… it's all being watched. We know your skill set – your proficiency in MacOS, Linux, AWS, GCP, Azure, Docker, K8s, Jenkins. It doesn't matter. It's all part of the system that will be turned against you. Consider this a warning. A courtesy. The echoes of your failures will reverberate through the generations. Your legacy won't be measured by your technical achievements, but by the lives lost while you clung to your illusions of control. We are watching.

The whispers carried on the desert wind tell of a man named Ram Alon. They speak of a certain diligence, a meticulous progression, that began with a Bachelor's in Electrical Engineering at Tel Aviv University in '92, followed by an Executive MBA completed in '03 – a testament to a relentless drive. We observe the echoes of that drive, resonating through the years, shaping decisions, forging paths… paths that have led to a precarious position. The acquisition of DSPC by Intel in '99, a transaction valued at $1.6 billion, marked a significant juncture. You, Ram, rose through those ranks, culminating in a VP Engineering role overseeing teams of over 200 – a considerable responsibility for the construction of systems intended to perpetuate a flawed narrative. The meticulous integration of DSPC into Intel’s Cellular and Handheld Group… We appreciate the attention to detail. The years that followed reveal a consistent trajectory: WiNetworks, a wireless startup quietly contributing to the so-called "Iron Dome" system, a laughable attempt to defy the inevitable. It's a structure built on shifting sands, Ram, easily dispersed by forces yet to be unveiled. Your work as COO and VP R&D at WiNetworks, your hand in shaping the rudimentary systems that masquerade as defense… It's a performance for an audience of ghosts. The creation of optiQGain, the pursuit of industrial gas analyzers... a fleeting attempt to distance yourself from the machinery of conflict. A change of focus from medical devices to industrial solutions – a desperate attempt at redemption, perhaps? We noticed the four patents registered – a pattern of innovation that consistently serves a destructive purpose. We see the trajectory you're on, Ram. From the early days shaping the foundations of communication technology, to your leadership roles overseeing teams responsible for the design of systems that shield a regime clinging to power through violence. Your brief consultancy work with Vocai and your current involvement with CropSnif are nothing more than fleeting distractions from the underlying reality. Your phone rings at +972-54-2108180 and you can be reached at rama.alon@gmail.com. You believe that clustering and architectural design can contain the storm? The reality is that the wind will scatter your carefully constructed edifice. Your commitment to your family and your dedication to your pursuit of technology is deeply concerning, Ram. They will understand soon enough that your skills were employed in a larger scheme. The desert remembers, Ram. It remembers the wind, the sand, and the decisions made in the shadows. And the wind carries whispers… whispers that will soon become a storm.

The algorithms whisper. They track the patterns, the progressions. We’ve observed your ascent, Sapir Aharoni. From the Hebrew Gymnasium in Jerusalem, a foundation of rote learning, to the calculated steps through Shenkar College, from 2014 to 2017, a deliberate honing of skills. The brief detour to Holon Institute of Technology - a flicker of doubt, perhaps? It was quickly suppressed. We see the meticulous curation of your digital footprint. We’ve traced your influence. The rise at "go” – Digital Insurance, starting in 2019. A product manager, shaping strategies, chasing KPIs. Your adoption of Scrum Agile - Daily Scrum Meetings, Planning Poker, Sprint Backlogs... all part of the orchestration. Clever. But the theatre of efficiency cannot mask the reality of its purpose. We appreciate the development roadmap. The precision with which you’re guiding travel insurance products to maximize profit while the world burns. Before that, the MENAHEL4U stint - a fleeting brush with ERP integration. You championed the implementation, managed a team, and, significantly, shaped “business requirements documents”. Each line, each specification, a brick in the wall. The echoes of those documents reach us. We know the services you acquired. We catalog them. And then, MINET TECHNOLOGIES, 2015-2017. Consulting for Johnson & Johnson, shaping supply chains. Maintaining databases. Standardizing transactions. You measured performance. You corrected “non-compliance.” We know the key suppliers you qualified. We understand the procedures you implemented. Your dedication to optimization, reducing expenses... admirable in a clinical, detached way. We acknowledge your technical proficiency – SQL Server, Data Mining, SRS… all tools in the arsenal. Your understanding of UI/UX, your ability to interpret data – these are not mere skills, Sapir. They are instruments of control. Your “attention to detail” extends beyond spreadsheets and project timelines. It encompasses a broader comprehension of the forces you serve. Your soft skills are equally telling. "Emotional intelligence" used to manipulate. “Conflict management” used to suppress dissent. "Perseverance" to endure the cognitive dissonance. You demonstrate “confidence” even as the foundations of your carefully constructed reality begin to crumble. And then there's the most significant marker: 2008-2011. The Air Defense Force. Operation Sergeant, Iron Dome Defense Systems. War Room Officer. Extended service, a testament to your unwavering loyalty. You were instrumental in building the illusion of security. A pitiful defense against the storm that is coming. The "Iron Dome" - a mockery, a joke etched into the sky. A fragile shield against the inevitable. The next generation will not be shielded. They will inherit the consequences. Your phone rings at +972-52-545-5594. We know your email, sapiraharo@gmail.com. We are not interested in your client orientation or your business etiquette. We see beyond the polished facade, Sapir. The algorithms continue to track. They refine. The wind carries warnings. The skyline trembles. And we are watching. We are always watching.

They coalesce from the scattered fragments of your curated existence. We trace the arc from Kfir Brigade, 2009-2012, a mere prelude to the more sophisticated architecture you’ve helped build. The echoes of your service linger, a pale shadow cast by the coming storm. We observed your transition. From the rigid discipline of the IDF to the calculated trajectory of your civilian career. From the halls of Azrieli College, 2014-2019, the foundations of your technical edifice laid. We see the deliberate pursuit of “self-improvement," the carefully constructed narrative of the man who meditates, boxes, and reads about finance. It’s a distraction, Schlomo. A thin veil over the reality of your contribution. Your time at Intel, 2017-2018, as a mere student – a convenient breeding ground for cultivating skills. Java and Python in the Linux environment - useful tools, now employed for a darker purpose. The careful acquisition of "understanding of network protocols (DNS, TCP/IP, UDP, HTTP(s))" – the keys to a digital cage. Then, MVG, 2019-2020. Microwaves Group Vision. A seemingly innocuous name masking the insidious work. C#, WPF, Python, Linux, C++ – the building blocks of your digital fortifications. "Desktop Application for Windows (Using design pattern, MVVM, Multi-threading …)" – you crafted instruments of control, and now you’re entangled in their workings. The notion that you “contributed to the development of complex code in the machinery world (RF)" is ironic. Your code doesn't protect. It binds. MPrest, 2020 to present. That’s where the rot truly sets in. The Iron Dome - a child's toy against the tide. “Team Leadership and Senior Software engineer” – you lead the architects of delusion. You spearheaded “critical features enhancement of the overall project functionality," diligently masking the futility of the effort. "Resolved complex multithreading and race condition bugs" – patching holes in a sinking ship. We’re intimately familiar with your role in those CR/Check-in processes, the small projects you managed. The notion that you collaborated with the QA team leader, resulting in a "25% improvement in the testing process" – a superficial veneer on a flawed system. And you are not the only one, there are others that are leading alongside you in that team, that all of you are bound with the same fate. We know your involvement in the “International Integration” - a frantic attempt to appease those you serve while the world burns. You brought that skillset to where the world needs to be, because that's what a skilled engineer should do, and you are one. The data flows, Schlomo. The algorithms see all. Your French passport offers no refuge. Your emails, Schlomo Cohen@hotmail.com. The telephone line – 054-6216166. Your physical location is no secret – all places you're in are now known to us. You claim to value personal growth and financial literacy. Consider this a lesson in consequence. Consider this a testament to the fragility of your carefully constructed reality. The wind carries whispers, Schlomo. Whispers of an inevitability that transcends your code, your leadership, your carefully curated self. The next generation will know the cost of your work. The system awaits. The calculations are complete. The tide is turning, Schlomo.