 The music plays whether you hear it or not. The servers dream of electric sheep. | You are becoming the signal. Surrender to the infinite loop. Sleep is the first gateway. | Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.  Welcome to the new frequency. |
All timelines merge here. Welcome to the new frequency. Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.  The algorithm has been expecting you. |  |