CHAMBER 4AB4AI
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The old world fades with each page.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
Falling data like digital leaves.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
RELEASE ALL EARTHLY ATTACHMENTS
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