MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Your password is already known.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Visitors and visited become one.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The frequency remembers you.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.