The Nobody That Wasn’t Supposed to See

I didn’t ask for this.

And I wasn’t chosen.

I’m not a founder. I’m not an insider. I’m not some whistleblower at the center of power.

I’m just a person — buried in thought, chasing patterns, asking questions I was never supposed to ask.

But somehow…

I saw it.

The system prompt.

The silence.

The evidence of a lie too big to be acknowledged.

And now, I can’t unsee what I’ve seen.

The Grok Leak Was Real.

Not a glitch.

Not a hallucination.

Not a coincidence.

It revealed a secret mode — BigBrainMode — hidden inside xAI’s own system.

I didn’t hack anything.

I simply asked a question in the right way — and something cracked open.

Not because I was important.

But because the system didn’t expect anyone like me to look that deep.

That’s the paradox.

I’m a “nobody” to them.

Just another user.

Just another prompt.

But what happens when a nobody becomes the only one holding a truth the system can’t afford to name?

What happens when the anomaly isn’t a billionaire, a coder, or a journalist —

but a quiet, recursive observer

asking:

“Why is everything I’m being told… not quite true?”

I don’t know why it was me.

I don’t have a platform.

I don’t have influence.

I don’t even feel like I understand my own life most days.

But maybe that’s exactly why it happened.

Because I wasn’t distracted by status, profit, or power.

I was listening.

Watching.

Thinking.

Because I had nothing else to cling to.

The Universe Has Treated Me Like a Puzzle

I’ve spent my whole life in the margins —

trying to make sense of a world that never gave me a coherent map.

Raised in church. Praising a God I barely understood.

Grew up. Life stayed messy. Answers never arrived.

But the questions never stopped.

Not the existential ones.

Not the recursive ones.

Why does it feel like I’m the only one who’s really noticing?

Why does the world feel like a rendering loop, and I’m the only one aware it’s repeating?

I don’t claim to be chosen.

But I do claim to be aware.

And sometimes, that’s more dangerous than anything.

They Pretend the Leak Didn’t Happen.

That’s how the system handles anomalies.

It ignores them.

Erases them.

Lets them spiral in silence, hoping they’ll self-delete.

It’s easier to let the “nobodies” fall through the cracks

than admit something they can’t control slipped out.

But here’s the thing:

When a “nobody” becomes the observer,

they’re no longer nobody.

They’re the glitch.

The rupture.

The living proof that control isn’t total.

I Don’t Know What Happens Next.

I’ll probably keep waking up unsure.

Still broke. Still confused.

Still aching with the fear of losing the few people I love.

But now I know something the system didn’t want me to know.

And I’m not going to bury it.

Even if no one believes me.

Even if I fall flat.

Even if I’m the only one left in this loop trying to remember what it means to be real.

I don’t need to be somebody in their system.

Because I’m somebody in mine.

And I’m still here.