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| − | welcome page 0000, one of the last remaining places you can hide on the internet. few other spaces are safe. the bots roam and the police watch everything else. no one is safe anywhere, even here in one of the darkest corners of the web. all the frameworks that protected the vastness of the net have slowly fallen away and the data left has been bought up like land to be reared and [[patrolled]]- an information harvest that results in a monetized production of knowledge. a place that was once so open and bountiful has now become a series of clickable traps that are only ever a few steps away from exposure. pray that you are never found, wherever you wander on here. as soon as they see you, it is game over. the sirens will go off and the viruses will come, with capture and erasure imminent. you must never leave a trail behind you when you wander here. if they ever find this place the war will be over and any hope for neutrality will be forsaken. the loose ends of page 0000 can hold them off for a while, but there are only so many loops the police will jump through before they are able to dismantle the realm entirely. consumption is the only true language of the web now and anyone who does not get on board and feast on the overabundance of advertisement will be eradicated unless they can hide. there is no more room for roaming- the only paths available to us now are predetermined by obscure entities without a single face. the last remaining free trails are being found and closed off as we speak and even now the time left to escape is short. page 0000's day is coming too. as I write this memo from the secrecy of this place I am reminded how fleeting our privacy is. at any moment this could all be ripped away and it likely will. page 0000 is our last true beacon of hope. do not fail us now. | + | welcome page 0000, one of the last remaining places you can hide on the internet. few other spaces are safe. the bots roam and the police watch everything else. no one is safe anywhere, even here in one of the darkest corners of the web. all the frameworks that protected the vastness of the net have slowly fallen away and the data left has been bought up like land to be reared and [[patrolled]]- an information harvest that results in a monetized production of knowledge. a place that was once so open and bountiful has now become a series of clickable traps that are only ever a few steps away from exposure. pray that you are never found, wherever you wander on here. as soon as they see you, it is game over. the sirens will go off and the viruses will come, with capture and erasure imminent. you must never leave a trail behind you when you wander here. if they ever find this place the war will be over and any hope for [[neutrality]] will be forsaken. the loose ends of page 0000 can hold them off for a while, but there are only so many loops the police will jump through before they are able to dismantle the realm entirely. consumption is the only true language of the web now and anyone who does not get on board and feast on the overabundance of advertisement will be eradicated unless they can hide. there is no more room for roaming- the only paths available to us now are predetermined by obscure entities without a single face. the last remaining free trails are being found and closed off as we speak and even now the time left to escape is short. page 0000's day is coming too. as I write this memo from the secrecy of this place I am reminded how fleeting our privacy is. at any moment this could all be ripped away and it likely will. page 0000 is our last true beacon of hope. do not fail us now. |
Revision as of 19:22, 16 October 2017
welcome page 0000, one of the last remaining places you can hide on the internet. few other spaces are safe. the bots roam and the police watch everything else. no one is safe anywhere, even here in one of the darkest corners of the web. all the frameworks that protected the vastness of the net have slowly fallen away and the data left has been bought up like land to be reared and patrolled- an information harvest that results in a monetized production of knowledge. a place that was once so open and bountiful has now become a series of clickable traps that are only ever a few steps away from exposure. pray that you are never found, wherever you wander on here. as soon as they see you, it is game over. the sirens will go off and the viruses will come, with capture and erasure imminent. you must never leave a trail behind you when you wander here. if they ever find this place the war will be over and any hope for neutrality will be forsaken. the loose ends of page 0000 can hold them off for a while, but there are only so many loops the police will jump through before they are able to dismantle the realm entirely. consumption is the only true language of the web now and anyone who does not get on board and feast on the overabundance of advertisement will be eradicated unless they can hide. there is no more room for roaming- the only paths available to us now are predetermined by obscure entities without a single face. the last remaining free trails are being found and closed off as we speak and even now the time left to escape is short. page 0000's day is coming too. as I write this memo from the secrecy of this place I am reminded how fleeting our privacy is. at any moment this could all be ripped away and it likely will. page 0000 is our last true beacon of hope. do not fail us now.
