Privacy or Die.

At Cimai, we don't just value privacy—we are privacy. We're so private, we don't even know what we do. Our agents communicate through quantum entangled .ts segments signed with PGP keys wrapped in ring signatures. Nobody knows who sent the message. Hell, we don't even know if the message was real.

Incognito mode? Cute. VPNs? Adorable. At Cimai, your metadata doesn't exist. We don't track IPs—we obliterate them. Logs? What logs? We shred them with thermite before they're even written.

What We Collect

• Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Data is a liability, and liabilities get wiped.
• We tried to collect something once, but the hard drive self-destructed in protest.
• Even our legal department is a black box. We're not sure they exist.
• We accidentally intercepted a radio wave from Mars. We encrypted it and threw away the key.

What We Do With It

There is no "it." If we stumble across data, we delete it before we even realize what it was. Our servers run on ephemeral memory, and our backups are written on water.

Your Options?

Total privacy or absolute annihilation. You want to opt out? You already opted out. You want to opt in? Good luck—we won't even know you tried.

Final Thoughts

Privacy isn't dead—it just moved to Cimai. If you're not encrypting your breakfast and signing your morning thoughts with ring signatures, are you even living? At Cimai, we don't protect your privacy; we obliterate the concept of surveillance itself.