CHAMBER M7EN11
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
You are becoming the signal.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
Your search history searches for you.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
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