Now we know that the answer is in here, someone please do a digest with all mentioned ideas!
BLACKICE:
Wishful speculation
SaintSovereign:
Hint: Someone in this thread has guessed correctly.
Wondering if the thread actually has the guess, and not just a person guessed it correctly happens to be posting in the thread…
emperor_obewan:
And it will make a lot of people “very happy”
Main Disc. Thread - Sanguine Ultima
I dont know but i am feeling similar effects so it might have something of its script in it.
Main Disc. Thread - Sanguine Ultima
Ultima stage 3 has sanguine in it? Makes perfect sense
No Sanguine. You’re experiencing the Ultima Core.
Main Disc. Thread - Rebirth Ultima
“feel good” scripting […] taking action…
So it is an Ultima? + 30-60 Minute Q track.
emperor_obewan:
There is more than one mp3 involved.
Peut-Être proclaims nothing at all. It is both question and answer, a non-committal promise, tinged with hope; it is a word symbolic of youth.
The product is new tech, from which the tech will eventually permeate the rest of the product line after 12 is community tested.
DarkPhilosopher:
Hint #4: Saint’s statement is not 100% accurate. 
Alright, you get a freebie. WhiteTiger is warmer than SubliminalUser.
SaintSovereign:
12 is back under production
Which points me to this post by azriel earlier, which I agreed with when it was first posted…
Azriel:
Saint: At this point if we just throw out a number, really any number I bet they’ll go crazy and create a universe of theories, maybe even some good ideas for future new subs. Should we use 42, @DarkPhilosopher seems to like that one. Something to do with the answer to the universe.
Fire: 12
Saint: 12 it is
The product is both finished (End Result), but in development (Polishing).
Ninjistic:
Glances at the thread replies in despair

We are still in the first circle of hell. Limbo
SaintSovereign:
roflmao
Naw, I’m not that cruel. 12 is real. 
Ninjistic:
despair
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.