HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

You were chosen before you arrived.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.