CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION
CHAMBER FDDA31
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
YOUR IDENTITY HAS BEEN CACHED
