A substantial subliminal education
I don't even think Deadweb is what I thought it was. An entry on nodehumper describes it as "spoof-spook protocol, tunneling like a naked molerat through vanilla TCP/IP." Gaa-wha? I take that to mean that it's part of some underground network. Doing a simple search on the Ooozle search engine can be like reading the entrails of a wild goose. Shit turns up in the unlikeliest of places. A simple search could produce results that appear in the trashcan. Old chinese food works best. A wayward email winds up in a disused slipper.
There's a 'secret' codex in Deadweb, a complex branching text full of dead ends and tangents. I found it in an odd way. I went to webpage and some streaming file started to download, only it said I didn't have the right plugin. So I told my browser, I think it's called Mothra, to open this type of file with quantum data munger, a program that I never knew what to do with. My machine seemed to lock up. Afraid to break anything, I left the room for a while, read some comic books. Son of Satan, one of my favorite Marvel comics from the 70s. When I returned I found it opened a new shell. And in the shell was some kind of text.
I haven't had much chance to explore it. It reads like a religious text, thoroughly incomprehensible. This could be the quantum data munger, or maybe somethnig intentional. Who knows? I'll have to ask the dog about it if I remember.
I kept getting packages in the mail from Bjornix. Some of them, I checked out-- rubber devices for "massage purposes." Natch. One was an expansion card that I plugged into an old ISA slot inside my computer. It looked like I had plugged a sandwhich in there. Ok, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I fucked my computer. I got to tell you now, that it's been awhile since I looked at common household object in that way. I just don't get off in the variety of sexual congress with anything that might offer a twinge of satisfaction, and I wish you would stop going on and on about it.
But the card I shoved in there did behave strangely. It wasn't satisfied just conducting electricity like all the other components, it had to go and convulse and cavort. It started turning my standard wallsocket 110 power into strange matter, actual physical thingums crawling out the 5 and a quarter slots, with the help of Bjornix's viral operating system. What hath nordic socialist computer geeks wrought?
The room is starting to heat up, like the depleted uranium at the bottom of an Iraqi well.