HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS
CHAMBER TCQQRS
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your password is already known.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Sleep walkers gather here nightly.
YOUR DATA HAS ALREADY BEEN HARVESTED
PATTERN RECOGNITION LEVEL: 53