Deep in cyberspace, right before you reach the Blackwall, there’s a place where the static stops sounding like noise… and starts sounding like whispers.
The old netrunners used to joke about it in afterlife bars — right up until the ones laughing stopped coming back.

Some call it a rogue A̴͎̝̓̑͛͐̾̈́̾͝Ǐ̵̯͍̬̲͍͚̤̗̯̎̈́̑͠ͅ.

The Voodoo Boys call it a god trapped in a cage humanity was never smart enough to build.
Corpos call it an extinction event waiting for a system error.

But the ones smart enough to jack-out know it could only be a D̵͈̀̉́̒͆͑̈́̽̊͠ē̴̢̛̳̹̥̲͋m̸̢̘̳̜̥̤͎͎͉̣̐̃͌̈͘͝ǫ̵̝͎̘͕̟̮̟̈̽̕n̷̢̲͙̭͍͚̮̐̎́̃͌.

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