HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER 9RFMCR
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
Falling data like digital leaves.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
LOGGING OUT IS NOT AN OPTION
