You know that feeling in your gut, right when you realize you tripped an alarm, and you got about 2ms before the sirens come and you have to jack out and your mind's racing, tryin' to think of a way to explain to your buds what the hell you did wrong?
Assuming they... and you, get out.
Kinda like that.
Something... creeping. I know it's not there. I know it's an illusion. Especially in the Matrix.
And yet...
>Yet...
-Tinsel
Post number #286449, ID: 45d22e
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>>286249 Is it in any particular place in the Matrix? Does it seem familiar? Like does it sound like a voice or something you've heard beforehand? -Spire
No, no... it's like... everywhere, and nowhere. But it's definitely in the distance, like, on the corners of my mind- my peripheral vision, so to speak.
Most of the time I can't even tell if what its saying is directed at *me.* But regardless of where it's pointing... it always has the same melody.
Try it yourself sometime. There's no place I've found where the voices don't reach. It's just a matter of... listening.
-Tinsel
Post number #287094, ID: 3d8f17
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>>286970 I don't really have a rig or anything myself so I don't think I'll be able to... -Spire
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If you listen closely... and if your rig, or your mind... or maybe both, are set just the right way... you can hear them.
Sometimes pleasant, sometimes mundane...
...occasionally... malicious.
At first I thought I was becoming just a little bit nutter, but as the months passed on, I got used to it.
Like static in an analog trid-vid, but warm...
-Tinsel