SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER GBCZN7
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
PRIVATE BROWSING IS A MYTH
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