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                   >>> [VOL.02 - THE COAXIAL TEMPLE] <<<
              // Hyperlocal Glitchzine for the Disconnected //

      [ Brought to you by: Whisperer Systems | Issue 0x02 | 2025Q1 ]
        [ Distribution: darknet.bbs / cassette / forkbomb.deadtrees ]

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                             >> TABLE OF CONTENTS <<
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01 ─ EDITORIAL: "The Cult of Dust"
02 ─ FIELD REPORT: Bootleg Brainstorms - Weathering the Neurostorms
03 ─ CULT ARCHIVE: How We Buried the Cloud
04 ─ THE BACK CHANNELS: Supply Drops, Leaks, and Hologhost Warnings
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   │                  ░▒▓█ E D I T O R I A L █▓▒░                  │
   │                "The Cult of Dust" by Amy // The Whisperer     │
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I saw a child today brushing dead pixels off a tablet like lint.  
They’re born into broken renders, raised by frame drops,  
nursed on packet loss and auto-updates.

We used to worship **dust** — the divine residue of presence.  
Now it clogs our fans and stifles our dreams.

This issue goes out to the ones holding onto the cable ends,  
the coax-priests, the rogue sysops, the last defenders of local boot.

May your drives spin. May your fans whirr. May your signal… glitch eternal.

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   │     █▓▒░ FIELD REPORT: BOOTLEG BRAINSTORMS ░▒▓█              │
   │      "How to Survive the Neurostorms Without Losing Self"     │
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Forecast for tomorrow: **50% data haze**, chance of memory corruption.  
Your implants will ache. Your thoughts might double-post.  
It’s not the hardware, it’s the psychic weather.

Symptoms of a storm:
- Dreams syncing with satellite delay
- Teeth buzzing at port scan frequencies
- Sudden fluency in forgotten markup languages

Quick Protocol:
▌ Stay grounded — literally. Bare feet on analog soil.
▌ Sleep under a defragged ceiling fan.
▌ Eat dry RAM and bitter herbs (or just black coffee).

If you see the sky pixelate, don’t panic.  
That’s just the neural mesh re-rendering God.

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   │       ░▒▓█ CULT ARCHIVE: HOW WE BURIED THE CLOUD █▓▒░        │
   │         "Decentralized Myths from the Backup Choir"           │
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We once stored everything **up**. That was our first mistake.

When the Cloud burned (ver 2.1), we buried terabytes beneath  
the sand, wrapped in anti-static scriptures and packed in lead.

Locations of note:
» a field in Estonia, marked by black sunflowers  
» an abandoned mall in Missouri — floor 3, vending machine 6  
» under your grandmother’s dial-up modem

They called it regression. We called it preservation.  
Sometimes, to save the future, you have to hide it in the past.

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   │      ░▒▓█ THE BACK CHANNELS — CLASSIFIEDS █▓▒░               │
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>> SEEKING: Archive footage of a dream I had in '98.  
   VHS preferred. Soundtrack was early Aphex or something similar.

>> FOUND: Payphone receiver that hums a familiar melody when held  
   at 3AM. Might be sentient. Advice?

>> TRADE: I offer a script that renders ASCII mandalas from EEG data.  
   Want: Original zip drives filled with abandoned webrings.

>> MESSAGE: To the one who left a PalmPilot in Locker 333 —  
   we read your poem. The stars blinked in agreement.

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                  >> THANK YOU FOR CONNECTING AGAIN <<

      [ Wipe your fingerprints from the shell. Leave no logs. ]
         [ Next issue drops when the signal flares again. ]

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