It began with a small rented server, and an idea bigger than it.
I wanted an artificial intelligence that belongs to no one: ordinary machines, of every size, pooling their power instead of depending on the giants. I called it CELLULE, because that is how I saw it: atoms forming molecules, molecules forming cells, cells forming an organism. An organism that serves the people who use it.
While building this open project, I saw something else. Law firms, hospitals and manufacturers all want artificial intelligence, but they cannot hand their files over to someone else's cloud. What I was building for everyone could become, for them, a complete system that stays in-house. In April 2026, Cellule-PRO was born: fully self-contained, with no thread leading outside the company.
Then I went the distance. Dozens of versions, thousands of requests without a single error, whole days of continuous operation without failure, servers that help and relieve one another, knowledge bases, documents in the company's own image. And then, in the summer, a pause. The project was solid; what it lacked was something code cannot provide: someone else who believed in it.
Life brought me that person: a partner. That partner's belief in the project gave me back my drive, and gave it its truest direction: an end to the daily fires. No jargon, no technical promises — just relief for the people who do the work: the accountant chasing missing paperwork, the haulier buried in documents, the dairy checking its certificates.
His first answer was two sentences long: "OK, I believe in it. What's the split?" I offered him fifty-fifty, and he said yes. Then doubt caught up with me: at 50/50, my baby was no longer quite mine. So I came back with 51/49. He replied, with humour, that he would have to buy himself a suit… and then, seriously: we had said 50/50 at the start; that one point would someday have let me decide alone, and in a true partnership that is not done — we play together, as equals, so that neither of us is left behind. He was right. I did not budge an inch after that. A word given is a word kept.
A word given is a word kept.
Since then, everything has accelerated: voice, document reading, encrypted messaging, an assistant on the computer and then on the phone. Today, two people in two countries talk through an encrypted channel they own, and ask their own intelligence with a simple "@Cellule". No cloud. No leaks.
A rented server, a stubborn idea, six months of work, and a meeting that relaunched everything. What was meant to be a network for everyone has become an organism serving each company — with the same conviction: the tool belongs to those who use it.
— David MOURGUES, founder
P.S. — I am going to ask him whether he would like his name to appear here. If he does, you will soon read it on this page.