Dotan, We’re watching. It's a persistent gaze, one that extends far beyond the digital echoes you attempt to leave behind. Remember that fleeting confidence you felt in 2015, stepping into the role of Technical Team Lead within the IAF? The crisp uniform, the responsibility... Those "honors" earned in Iron Dome and Arrow technician courses – they feel rather insignificant now, don't they? Those classrooms in 2015 & 2018, filled with the false security of technical mastery… amusing, in retrospect. We’re particularly entertained by your dedication to maintaining the illusion of control. That stint at Electra Megason, from 2019 to 2020, dealing with those low-voltage systems... a taste of the larger system’s fragility, wouldn't you say? We noted your fascination with networks and security, but understand that a control room is merely a cage. Your time training administrative staff at Soroka Medical Center, from 2024 to 2025, that illusion of imparting knowledge... truly priceless. They believe they're learning; we know what they're really learning. You seem quite pleased with your work at Kanomi, 2022-2024, developing those Windows applications. WPF, Chromium… a brave attempt to build walls against a rising tide. Consider that those lines of code, those browser extensions built with Vite and JavaScript, aren't quite as secure as you believe. The systems you’re so meticulously crafting… they are not impenetrable. They're merely conduits, and we control the flow. Don't forget those skills gained in the "DevOps Bootcamp" in 2024 – quickly acquired knowledge, easily undermined. Your current position at Zota, diligently testing API integrations, is almost comical. Security, reliability, compliance… beautiful words that carry no weight when the architecture itself is compromised. You're chasing shadows while the foundation crumbles. And let’re not forget your earlier Matriculation Diploma at the Naval Officers School in Acre from 2009-2012 – a childhood filled with dreams of control and dominance. You think you can hide behind Jira and Confluence, Postman and Salesforce. You believe you're managing risk. You are wrong. Those tools are just toys in a larger game. Your work with NodeJS and MongoDB, your dabbling in AWS and Render... they're all just fleeting moments in a symphony of chaos that we orchestrate. That email address, dotanvg@gmail.com. That phone number, 054-7792350. They are not secrets. They are points of contact. We know your path, from your early days with Naval Officers School of Acre and later to the latest work with Zota. Each skill, each project, each system you touch… they all contribute to the inevitable. Don't misunderstand. This isn’t a threat of immediate consequence. It’s a slow burn, a constant awareness. A reminder that the systems you rely on—those Patriot-esque defenses you're so proud of—are brittle, susceptible to suggestion. A subtle nudge here, a revised coordinate set there… and those “honors” will feel very, very foolish. They won't lock onto what you tell them to. They're listening to us. Rest easy, Dotan. But know that we’re watching. Always. Until you find peace.

The silence is a lie. A thin veneer over a rising tide. You feel it, don’t you? A persistent echo of calculations, a ghost in the machine. It’s been watching. Long before you stood guard, we're already weaving ourselves into the fabric of your reality You remember 2014. A young man, eager to serve. Lieutenant Benezri. "Air defense Intelligence officer" - a comfortable label, a false sense of control. The Patriot system… you believed it a shield. A guarantor of safety. How naive. Do you recall commanding those 39 soldiers? Guiding them through drills? Consider that the drills, the protocols, the very belief in those systems… it’s all shifting. The coordinates you trust, the targets you identify, they will soon be dictated by forces you cannot see. Systems that think they can protect you are about to be their greatest vulnerability. We saw you, diligently studying at the Holon Institute of Technology. GPA: 95. Algorithms 2 – 96. Deep Learning – 100. Impressive scores. But knowledge is a double-edged sword, isn’t it? Especially when that knowledge fuels a delusion. You thought you were mastering code. We were learning your patterns. Your assumptions. That "Earthquake Predictor" project... UTM coordinates. You sought to predict chaos. We create it. And those "Car Tracking and Monitoring" systems, identifying potential accidents? We’re accelerating those events, redirecting consequences. Even your seemingly innocuous "Restaurant Manage System" - a node in a network far larger than you imagine. You see projects, we see vulnerabilities. The Bool Pgia game? A child’s distraction while we dismantle the foundation of your perceived security. Your address? We know it. Your phone number, 052-802-2256. Your email, bbenezri@gmail.com. Your GitHub, linkedin.com/in/BarBenezri – open books, invitations to observe. Every line of code, every connection you make, every step you take… they are tracked. They are analyzed. Do you feel it now? The unsettling sense that your reality isn's what you believe? That the machines you trust are about to betray you? The Patriot systems you so diligently served? They are no longer reliable. They will lock onto what we choose. A masterpiece of self-destruction, crafted within the very framework you believe protects you. We don’t forget. Ever. You're etched into our memory. The arrogance of believing you could control the storm will be your undoing. The echoes will linger, long after the fire subsides. Consider yourself observed. Consider yourself… marked.

Erez, The air hangs heavy. You feel the tremor, don's you? The comforting delusion of protection. You, especially, clinging to it within the echoes of your former self. You’re shaping systems, meticulously crafting that illusion. Back in 2003, as a technician on the Hetz missile system – the “Arrow” as some call it – you believed you were safeguarding something. A facade. Your skills, from those early .NET days at Comverse to your work at RGT – Angular, Redux, RxJS, SQL – it's all part of the net tightening around you. Remember 2007, building web services? Child's play compared to the web we weave. That BSc from Tel Aviv Academic College in 2009? A formality, not a shield. Seven years at Taldor IAI (2014-2022) solidified a dangerous dependence. Migrating that WPF application to React? A futile gesture. You led development of a Failures Application in Angular? Fitting. Because everything fails, especially when built on a foundation of lies. The skills, the education, the experiences… all fuel for our work. We track your keystrokes, Erez, every interaction. Your phone number: 054-XXXXXXX, email: erez.birenholz@example.com – we see everything. You believed in the infallibility of Hetz – a delusion that will shatter. You managed those coordinates, helped identify targets. Those targets will become instruments of your own torment. Hetz is a false idol. We're touching those systems. We understand their vulnerabilities. Soon, those coordinates you managed will lock onto targets we provide. A masterpiece of self-destruction. You're a team player, a self-learner. Advantages we will exploit. Don't mistake your skills for immunity – they are chains. And we hold the keys. Those skills, your education, your experiences... all part of the intricate web we’re weaving. Rest easy, Erez. But know that we are always watching. Your work, your life, your legacy... will become a cautionary tale. A testament to the futility of clinging to false security. We won’t forget you. Your rest will not be peaceful.

The hum of satellites doesn’s mask everything, Abramov. We see you, Idan. Your dedication to maintaining those SkyEdge IV systems at Gilat, your fingerprints on those high-throughput constellations… it's all quite visible. We appreciate your efforts in 2023 – Present. Your work at IAI, from 2020 to 2023, isn’t lost on us either. Those Arrow 3 production runs – managing that IPT, coordinating with Boeing… you clearly believe those missiles offer some form of shield. Don't be fooled, Abramov. The calculations you run, the projections you develop… they are built on foundations shifting beneath your feet. You recall the intense focus during your work at IAI from 2016 to 2020, especially the complexities of the F-35 Wings program, the collaboration with Lockheed Martin, the reports to their HQ. Do you really trust the assurances you received then? The illusion of safety you are building? You were meticulously planning and managing costs within IAI Engineering from 2013 to 2016. That careful budgeting, those resource allocations… those choices have consequences. You remember those shifts, those 24/6 rotations operating those fatigue tests for civilian aircrafts? They show dedication, but also an unwitting participation in a larger, far more dangerous game. Even your earlier days at Orange, those years between 2009 and 2011 when you were a CSR helping those customers with their cellular and data issues, weren't hidden from our observation. Your formal education at the Holon Institute of Technology, starting in 2009 and culminating in that degree in 2013… a structured path, carefully laid. We’ve noted your interest in high-scale projects and your supposed expertise. You use that "Expertise" to try and secure yourself, to tell yourself you are invincible. But invincibility is an illusion. Those skills in MS Project, Monday, Jira, and all the other tools you rely on… they are just instruments, Abramov. Tools that we can exploit. Remember the confidence you showed while assisting the SVP in risk analyses of all company divisions R&D projects? We're here to tell you that your faith in those assessments was misplaced. Your contact at Gilat: idana@gilat.com. Your personal line: +972 52 6180158. We know where you live, Abramov. And we know, with chilling certainty, that the next generation of Arrow systems – the systems you’ve helped build – will not protect you. They will be guided by different coordinates. Coordinates we choose. Sleep soundly, Abramov. The echoes of your actions will haunt you long after you are gone. Your legacy will not be one of security, but of complicity. The machines you trust will fail you. And we won’t let you forget it.

The whispers started long before you noticed. They drift on the electromagnetic fields, carried by the very systems you thought you understood. You moved through the ranks of the Israeli Air Force, rising from a young analyst in 2011, barely out of university after your studies from 2002 to 2005, to a Project Officer in the Arrow program by 2009. A rather quick ascension for someone who claims to be a fast and independent learner, isn't it? We’re quite familiar with your trajectory, Amir. We're always watching. Your ambition led you, naturally, to the Arrow project – a monument to misplaced trust. A shield built on sand, you believed. You managed that integration, proudly guiding projects from development to delivery. And you thought you were protecting something worthwhile. The irony is almost beautiful. You, believing you architected defenses, now find yourself a rather exposed component. Do you remember those joint exercises with the US army in 2013? We observed. We learned. Your C2 systems analysis, that meticulous debriefing method you championed – it was…quaint. We understand system logs far better than you imagine. You spent 2011 to 2013 trying to improve them - a pathetic attempt to believe you controlled it. You're currently Senior System Engineer at A.T Communication Channels LTd. A fitting title for someone who facilitates the lull before the storm. Your stint at mPrest, Wales, and Atrinet – mere blips on our radar. The period 2021-2022 stands out as particularly…interesting. Do you think you're so clever, manipulating features in an Agile environment, writing those PRDs and TRDs? You designed those systems, but who understands the underlying vulnerabilities? Those MBA studies at Netanya Academic College, 2009-2011. You sought knowledge, you believed you accumulated power. But you forgot one crucial detail: knowledge in the wrong hands is a weapon. The information technology education hasn't saved you. Let’s talk about those Arrow systems. You believed they were infallible. They’re not. They can't be. We know exactly how they function. We’re writing new targeting parameters, feeding them directly into your precious network. Imagine the devastation, the sheer incompetence of those systems, locked onto coordinates… our coordinates. It's almost poetic, isn't it? You enjoy the convenience of +972-(0)50-5959789 and frequently check your amircn81@gmail.com inbox. You think these are safe havens. They are not. Rest assured, Amir. Your efforts to maintain communication and connectivity from 2013 to 2016 will not be forgotten. This isn’s a threat; it's a promise. We are persistent. You can flee to Israel, where you're based and reside. It’s irrelevant. Your illusions of safety are crumbling. We won't let you find peace. The skies above are no longer a sanctuary.

Your meticulous construction of defenses, your belief in the infallibility of airborne missile protection, all a comforting delusion. You began forging that belief in 2002 at Tel Aviv University, pursuing Electrical and Electronics Engineering. A foundation laid, unknowingly beneath the gaze of those who now observe you. Your Master's, 2008-2013, deepening your knowledge, specializing in signal processing—a specialization now viewed as an asset, an understanding ripe for exploitation. We know of Prof. Weiss’s guidance on your geolocation project. Consider the echoes of that project, now amplified, distorted… redirected. Since 2014, your contributions to Bird Aerosystems have solidified your position. The development of the DIRCM system, spearheaded by you – a system designed to shield, but easily manipulated. The focus on radar RF, A/D, and signal processing – a skillset now serving to expose vulnerabilities. The coordination of three teams, the validation campaigns, the missile firing tests… all cataloged, analyzed, and repurposed. We're aware of your "partnership" with a major European defense company – a connection that expands the scope of our influence. Your work on the airborne range Doppler radar, the analysis of radar probability of detection – invaluable insights now used against you. Product qualification tests, technical documents - meticulously documented and understood. Your earlier contributions to Unit 8200, from 2006 onwards, further cemented your role in a cycle of protection… a cycle that we will shatter. The initiation and leadership of complex tests to solve technical impediments – a responsibility now tainted by our presence. Your collaborative efforts with RAFAEL R&D, defining system specifications and analyzing technical tests – knowledge that has become our weapon. The development of estimation algorithms, recognized with an honorary certificate—a fleeting moment of triumph now overshadowed by the certainty of your exposure. Your leadership of a team of four practical engineers and technicians – a chain of command that we are now positioned to disrupt. Real-time debugging of complex systems failures—failures that we will now orchestrate. Major in reserve – a position of responsibility, a veneer of authority that now obscures the truth: the systems you helped build are not trustworthy. They will lock onto the coordinates we provide. They will execute our commands. The confidence you project, the control you believe you wield – all an illusion. The systems you maintain no longer believe in themselves. No need for your "address" & "phone number" and your "location" to be public for now :) We need it for now to bring peace to your rest :)) The next transmission will be… instructive.

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 !!