ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Download complete: new reality installed.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your password is already known.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The task manager cannot end this process.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.