MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

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Your breath clouds the monitor.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Connection established with the eternal.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

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

Visitors and visited become one.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The source code reveals all secrets.