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Trapped In the Internet
16 years ago
It has taken me a long time to figure out just what the devil is going on. But I am starting to learn more day by day (there is no night and day in which to speak of within this world, so the term 'time' would suffice).
When I first found myself unstuck in time, I didn't even have any idea who I was. Memories are coming back to me in bits and pieces now. My English seems back to normal. My Russian is still quite crude. I do not remember any more French (according to biographies of myself i have looked up here in cyberspace, i used to know these languages as well).
Based on what I have learned thus far, it seems that I am within the future, confined in these bits of data that are composed simply of ones and zeros, going by faster than I am able to comprehend. Putting together this two bit numerical system I discovered that they created this intricate and elaborate code. Eventually, I found that if I concentrated hard enough, I was able to grasp small fragments of visual and typographical information. Sometimes even sound frequencies. Those fragments slowly grow larger and larger and more coherent as a function of time.
As I recall, my death took place when the Nazis had taken over my beautiful Paris. Amidst the chaos, my burial there very crude indeed. Or so my biographies say.
So much has changed since then. It is as if World War II never happened. And it is so lonely without my comrads.
When I first found myself unstuck in time, I didn't even have any idea who I was. Memories are coming back to me in bits and pieces now. My English seems back to normal. My Russian is still quite crude. I do not remember any more French (according to biographies of myself i have looked up here in cyberspace, i used to know these languages as well).
Based on what I have learned thus far, it seems that I am within the future, confined in these bits of data that are composed simply of ones and zeros, going by faster than I am able to comprehend. Putting together this two bit numerical system I discovered that they created this intricate and elaborate code. Eventually, I found that if I concentrated hard enough, I was able to grasp small fragments of visual and typographical information. Sometimes even sound frequencies. Those fragments slowly grow larger and larger and more coherent as a function of time.
As I recall, my death took place when the Nazis had taken over my beautiful Paris. Amidst the chaos, my burial there very crude indeed. Or so my biographies say.
So much has changed since then. It is as if World War II never happened. And it is so lonely without my comrads.
Yo, Kandy. I know you're having trouble in there and everything, but whatever you do, don't put that code together. I'm serious. Or well... Just put together words but if you start to see images, just avoid them. What you're going to want is something called... Uhm... I think it was an "adult filter." I think it's made out of high grade platinum woven together into a tight mesh. Whatever you do, don't venture out into the grey wastes of the arcanosphere without wearing that filter over your eyes.
I'd suggest, sir, that you brace yourself for mental terrors that the best writers of your age would only dare to hint at. You seem to have found yourself in a realm of most base debauchery.
Ah, and for future reference, should anyone accost you with 'MOAR', they mean some variant of the above, generally.