Open the Gates of Time and Space. Bill Gates, that is.

Ever had this happen to you? I’m sitting on the computer, surfing around, and then suddenly all the websites I want to stop working. Hotmail, Google, Unknown Armies, all gone. I go, Oh well the internet has gone off. But I’m logged into MSN messenger. I can talk to people fine. But all the other internet functions don’t work.

A bit of investigation makes things even stranger. There have been periods where my housemate has been fucking around with the network and where there was no physical way for my computer to be on the internet. And yet I’m still chatting away to people on MSN messenger.

Now, one thing about MSN messenger. When you download it you get that agreement that you won’t send any MSN messenger code to Iraq or Iran or North Korea or anything. WTF? Why can’t those countries just download it themselves? Whats the big problem.

You see, MSN messenger is never actually connected to the internet, well not the physical one. It’s running on Synergy, its running on the International Community, its running within the patterns that drive our modern society. I think they’re drawing energy from the Messenger archetyple, but they use ritual to manipulate it.

The reason North Korea and Cuba and all that can’t download the code is that they are outside the majickal net used by MSN, they’re rogue nations. And they can’t be allowed to get the raw code.

Why? Because then they’ll be able to learn the code driving the International System, and find out how to manipulate it. Hack the Planet! Then anything goes.

But the technocrats who worked this out hadn’t planned on me. I’m going through the MSN messenger code, and I’m discovering the majickal marker points. The code within the code within the code. And I’m learning how to hack into the Consciousness, and be a phreak with reality. Domestic Hacktivism, dudes!

But they’re after me. The Globe Crackers, protecting the System. They’re worse than the Agents in Matrix, guy, they act as if the real is just another algorithm. They can do anything. They call them the I-sikh-yooze. I think I lost their scent back in the glass forest of the Valley of Silicon, but I can’t be sure.

Gotta move, I can smell them. They’re getting close, I can feel the vibrations in the mojosphere. Later dude. And watch out for the yahoos in your TV.