CHAMBER TIB37T
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The signal finds those who are ready.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
The old world fades with each page.
TYPE YOUR FEARS INTO THE VOID
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