signal one

the old world is dead long live the new world

It happened once before, back when my parents were kids. Those words flashed across a few screens here and there. Nothing that people even really noticed. No one knew it then but the words meant something.

Just like they do now, because they flashed again a few days ago, on even fewer screens this time because even fewer people care now.

But I saw them. And I care. And these are my messages to you to do something about it before it’s too late. Again?

Honestly, it shouldn’t even be me. It should be someone worthwhile, with power and responsibility; but those things seem not to come in the same deck anymore. They’re definitely not in my deck. I just dive in skins a hunt for secrets, memories, forgotten passwords. I nickel and dime my way to a mostly honest living.

But I’ve got a couple friends I managed to con into helping me. We’ll fill you in on what’s already happened so maybe you’ve got a chance to reset the clock before we all get slabbed.

Oh, and the thing about seeing those words showing up again? I put them there.

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