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event.1 hacked / meme
⏱ / what my muse was doing during the glitch
subin doesn’t sleep: it’s a waste of time, and time, despite seeming infinite in afterlife is still something she’s highly cognizant of. the time is always displayed bold against her pcd, the bold numbers impossible to miss against the black screen. so at 02:00 am, she decides to take a moment to relax and watch a movie playing on the screen of her home. however, that’s quickly cut off by the appearance of the glitch.
it came at 02:06, just as aftpex said. the message was quick, barely legible, and had disappeared only minutes later. she had watched the broken code disappear before her eyes -- despite the implications of it all, a sense of relief was the first to hit her chest. releasing a heavy sigh that had burdened her since the moment of her death, subin renewed her mission with new vigor.
unbeknownst to aftpex, subin had saved the image of the message quickly. much like a screenshot, she had quickly jotted down the message in different chunks in her notebook; one part went here, another shifted eight in a caesar cypher, and the broken blocks remained broken. they were still code after all, and if aftpex had any common sense, they would search through the recipients for any remaining traces. despite how afterlife residents are touted as real sentient beings, they’re all code in the end. code can be broken, code can be traced. but subin already knew that.
the glitch had gone and passed, and with subin’s own uncertainties.
now she finally had it: the proof. the proof that her death and sacrifice weren’t in vain -- that she had a reason for living in afterlife.
