
It's the pressure, normally when you run the matrix, it feels like you are sliding on silk. Lately, it feels rougher, like cotton. There's more resistance and everything feels sluggish. There's no-one to turn to, the Black code have dissappeared. Only Mind and Mash are about now and again, but they're busy kicking the machines and Merv all over the shop.

You get the feeling things are going to get stranger. There are now snow storms, Jack o lanturns which spew out exile programs. Even the blue pills can sense something and when that happens. You know there is going to be trouble.

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