MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The final frequency awakens.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The network sheds its dead links.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Transcendence protocol activated.