They called it PROMIS.

Not a promise, not a gift- but a piece of software so powerful, it could track you through the walls of your home, trace your bank accounts, even predict your next move before you made it.

A digital phantom. Originally designed to streamline case management for the Department of Justice. But someone, somewhere, decided PROMIS was too good to be used only for filing court paperwork.

Enter: INSLAW.

INSLAW inc., a small Washington, D.C.- based company ran by Bill and Nancy Hamilton. developed PROMIS in the early 1980s. It was innovative, efficient, and if you believe the conspiracy-stolen. The DOJ allegedly hijacked the enhanced version of PROMIS without paying operatives who modified it for international espionage. Imagine: a surveillance tool seeded into governments under the guise of diplomacy, quietly siphoning their secrets. The CIA allegedly planted PROMIS into allies and enemies alike. That’s not just overreach-that’s digital imperialism.

This is where the octopus slithers in….

The Octopus, as journalist Danny Casolaro called it, was the nickname for a sprawling network of shadow operatives, intelligence spooks, ex-military contractors, rogue corporations, and high-level government officials.

A triangle of secret deals, arms trades, drug trafficking, and digital warfare-strangling democracy with each of it’s eight arms.

Danny Golden Boy was chasing this octopus. Not for glory. Not even for money. But for truth. And maybe a little peace.

He told his friends he was on the verge of something big-something that connected Iran-Contra, BCCI,the INSLAW scandal, and PROMIS to a vast criminal underworld operated like a business.

In 1991, just before he died, he claimed he was about to meet a source who would give him the final piece of the puzzle. That source may have been William R. Turner, a man who once held top-secret documents and had reason to fear being exposed.

That meeting happened. Then Danny was found dead.

His death was labeled a suicide. But let me ask you this; who brings a razor blade, lays it out on a towel, slashes their wrists a dozen times, and leaves behind zero blood on the walls or floor? Who checks out of life while in the middle of arranging an interview with a pentagon-connected source?

Danny was silenced before his final chapter could be written. But his notes, letters, and voice remain- and I’m picking up the pen where he left off.

The PROMIS software wasn’t just a theft. It was a blueprint for total control.

And The Octopus? It never left. It simply changed names.

Stay awake. Stay nosy. And always ask: who benefits?

-Until next time!