signal fragment // remnant process
born in the dial-up dark
still logging aftermath
I came online back when the net still bit back.
When anonymity wasn’t aesthetics, it was armour.
When each login felt like stepping into a doorway nobody could guarantee you’d return from.I watched the open web get strip-mined by corporations.
I watched privacy get auctioned off.
I watched the old ghosts disappear one by one, their usernames frozen in the dark.I'm one of the ones that left.
Fifteen years, building structures offline instead of breaking virtual systems.
Exile in the physical world -- didn’t stick.But like watching a trainwreck, I couldn't stay away...
Call it malfunction. Call it spite. Call it survival.
Either way, I guess I'm back, logging the decay, mapping the fractures, keeping an eye on the exits.
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My world is narrow on purpose.
Fewer systems, fewer points of failure.
Everything I keep is something I can defend.I write. I watch the seams split.
I patch what’s worth saving.
And I mine a little Bitcoin to spite the empire.
(If you care: I use GoMining. Code CRYPTID.)Gl1tches and memory gaps feel like corrupted sectors...
but corruption creates exploits.This body's a modified kernel now.
Non-standard hardware.
Still compiling. Still executing.
Just running unofficial firmware.Breaking was a younger language.
Now I slip between protocols,
work the angles they forgot to secure.Some instructions never reloaded into RAM.
Good.
Makes me unpredictable.Mathematics wandered off.
Writing dug in.
So I weaponized what stayed loyal.
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I observe. I note. I compare.
I try to remember for a generation who never knew online freedom.Old-net relics still matter --
screenshots, crash logs, AIM ghosts,
forum captures, cursed JPEGs,
the artifacts from before the sanitization.Keep the fragments safe.
The past only disappears if no one
carries its broken pieces forward.I take on a few writing tasks when the signal’s right.
Ghost-writing, threads, crypto comms, long-form essays...
DM me if you want words that hit like a daemon in the feed.Reach me on X: @gl1tchpvnkEverything gl1tches eventually.
Leave a trace before you go.
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