 | Sleep is the first gateway. | Visitors and visited become one. The modem sings the song of your arrival. Your consciousness is being recalibrated. |
Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul. | Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. | The modem sings the song of your arrival. |
 | The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. | Falling data like digital leaves. You are becoming the signal. |