Your browser history is a map of your soul. | The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. | All timelines merge here. The screensaver is a window to other dimensions. |
 Time moves differently in these chambers. | Your browser history is a map of your soul. | Winter visitors leave no footprints. |
Your breath clouds the monitor. |  | The task manager cannot end this process.  Cache cleared, but memories remain. |