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CHRONOSPACE DREAMSCAPE!
THE INTERNET IS THE FUTURE

THE INTERNET IS THE FUTURE

Saturday, October 30th, 1999. 9:43 PM.

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Tha-clunk!

Whirrrr...

Niiiiiin...

Brrrrmbrrrmbr-brmbrm!

Clickclickclickclickclickclickclick....

MRRRRR!

beep!

The faint sounds of an old personal computer starting up fill an otherwise empty and noiseless void.

On the screen, various commands related to hardware are run as a Packard Bell logo appears in the top left.

“America grew up listening to us. It still does.”

After a rather long wait, the computer finally boots to an extremely familiar sight: CS-DOS 9.20.

C:\>

It’s waiting for a command to be input.

With the rather rough clicks of an ancient keyboard,

C:\>cd WINDOWSILL

C:\WINDOWSILL>

C:\WINDOWSILL>WINDOWSILL.COM

The screen goes black as the computer begins loading a legally questionable fork of Microsoft Windows 98, Chronospace Windowsill ‘99.

The screen lights up with a splash screen. The Chronospace logo engulfs it.

The splash text reads:

“Starting Chronospace Windowsill ‘99... Please wait... We mean that, by the way! Wait!”

The screen momentarily goes black with no more than a command prompt in the top left reading: “Starting Windowsill ‘99...” before going back to the colorful splash screen.

After what feels like an eternity, the computer boots to a log-on screen, with a risque picture of a posing rabbit woman as the wallpaper.

“Please input your Chronospace Windowsill username and password.”

User Name: Wade Harris

Password: ************

Enter.

A rather cheerful tune plays as an extremely unkempt desktop loads up. There’s a mouse cursor in the center of the screen.

The cursor moves over to a folder on the desktop labeled “Dreamscape!” and, with two quick clicks, it opens to reveal a list of files related to some sort of Internet access suite.

Slowly scrolling down the list, the cursor lands on a file: “Dreamscape.exe”.

Double click.

What appears to be a mix between a Web browser, an instant messenger app, an electronic mail client and a phone dialer all simultaneously appear on the screen. 

In the bottom right corner, what looks like a heart monitor isn’t looking too happy... It’s red, and flatlined. According to the .txt file that hasn’t been opened in months, this means the client is disconnected. 

A pop-up appears on the screen.

It’s a log-in prompt for a dial-up network connection.

E-Mail: [email protected]

Password: *********************

Phone number: 1+(484)-820-1337

Access type: Modem

Service: Dreamscape! 

* Do you want to save these details so that sign-on is quicker next time?

Sign-on!

Click.

Rrrrrrrr-

Beep, boop, beep, beep, bop, boop, bop, bip, bip, beep.

Riiiiiiiiinngg......

Riiiiiiiiinngg......

The rather shrill sound of this computer's internal modem dialing out to Chronospace echoes through the dark void, piercing the ears of anything in a 500 mile radius.

After a while of back and forths between an Internet service provider and this computer, the modem finally shuts up as the heart monitor in the bottom right turns green and starts pulsing up and down. 

[SIGN ON REQUEST ACKNOWLEDGED FOR: [email protected]]

[PLEASE WAIT]

[CONNECTION STARTED]

A Web portal with an abundance of hyperlinks and uppercase text appears on the screen.

The main page shows an abundance of hyperlinks to various websites.

Doodaloo!

The instant messenger client chimes.

One friend is on-line.

It’s your friend Wallace, better known as [email protected].

You click on his name to start a chat.

A one-on-one chat-room opens up.

Wade Harris ([email protected]) has joined the chat.

Wallace Clark ([email protected]) has been added to the chat.

wallpaste: yo

wadebraid: Hey man

wadebraid: I think you need to get a computer man

wallpaste: fuck off

wadebraid: You know i’m right lol

wallpaste: no ure not

wadebraid: I think i am bro

Doodaloo!

Another friend is on-line.

It’s your other friend, Betty, better known as [email protected].

wallpaste: uh oh

wadebraid: Sht up

Betty Kristoff ([email protected]) has joined the chat.

bettyboop: hey

wadebraid: Yo

bettyboop: what’s going on?

wallpaste: nothin

bettyboop: still haven’t got a pc yet, wallace?

wallpaste: those goddamned idiots won’t pay me more than like 7 bucks an hour man 

wadebraid: Maybe if you didn’t go home early to whack off you wouldnt be fucking broke lol

wallpaste: like you dont do the fucking exact same 

wadebraid: what

bettyboop: guys, did you hear the news?

wallpaste: what that wade is a fuckface? Yea i heard it LOL

wadebraid: Get serious, wallace, we all know you sold your body out to those gang boys outside that 7/11

bettyboop: he did WHAT?

wallpaste: wade you weren’t supposed to tel anyoney ou FUCKER

wallpaste: tell* anyone* you*

wadebraid: Bet you wish you had a computer, huh 

wallpaste: fuck yourself

bettyboop: chronospace has openings for the tech position! 

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wadebraid: Say what? I thought they had robots or something in tht shit

bettyboop: they must hve run out or something lol

bettyboop: anyways, i was thinking maybe we could sign up?

wallpaste: us? Why lol

wadebraid: Nah she kinda has a point...we already break into their shit enough,this’ll give us a chance to get in and stay in legally

bettyboop: exactly!

wallpaste: maybe we’ll get access to this “wi-fi” thing theyre testing

wadebraid: maybe...betty, what’s the url again?

bettyboop: it's here (https://vinnyflowers.neocities.org/apply)

wadebraid: thx

Wallace Clark ([email protected]) has left the chat “[CONNECTION TERMINATED; CLIENT HUNG UP]”

wadebraid: LOL i think u crashed his box

bettyboop: lmao

wadebraid: Betty...?

bettyboop: what?

wadebraid: They have our names on this website

bettyboop: HUH?

wadebraid: they blocked my IP too

bettyboop: weird, i can see the apply button

wadebraid: Don’t clear ur cache, click it, those old clients don’t refresh their cache properly when clicking through a site

bettyboop: ok, hold on

Wallace Clark ([email protected]) has joined the chat.

wallpaste: im back

wadebraid: wallace, they’ve got our shit on their website

wallpaste: that doesnt surprise me, we totally wrecked their shit last time

wadebraid: Haha yea true

bettyboop: GUYS I GOT IN

wadebraid: Told you

wallpaste: told her what

wadebraid: You so stupid

wallpaste: no

bettyboop: i registered apparently, they’re gonna contact me soon

wadebraid: And then send the Feds to your house

bettyboop: very funny, wade

Wallace Clark ([email protected]) has left the chat. “[CONNECTION TERMINATED; CLIENT HUNG UP]”

bettyboop: oop

wadebraid: Shitty ass webtv moment

wadebraid: anyways, i think i’ll go see about getting into that tech system they got

bettyboop: alright then, i’ll see you around

Betty Kristoff ([email protected]) has left the chat. “[DISCONNECT FROM CHAT; USER LEFT]”

You click the “Leave chat” button.

[DISCONNECT FROM CHAT; USER LEFT]

The chatroom window closes.

You click various links in the main window, looking for something interesting. Maybe the forums are good today?

You click on a link labeled “Dreamscape! TalkCity”.

A list of chatrooms drops down. You click the top one, labeled “General”.

...

The chatroom window opens.

[email protected] has joined.

wadebraid: List

There are 5 other people in this chatroom right now: 

[email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] (marked as away)

littledog: So basically yeah, they left this BIG ASS link that leads straight into Testdrive on their portfolio lmao

skcro: no wonder chrono keeps getting breached lol 

skcro: they should literally just hire me to do their website for them lmao

littledog: true that

bluuudroks25669: hi wadebraid :3

wadebraid: Yo

nolannips: Hey there

skcro: hi

littledog: hey

wadebraid: I see you’re discussing the TestDrive breach

littledog: yea that shit was crazy lol

wadebraid: You won’t believe me but i helped do it

littledog: Man get out lol

wadebraid: Nah i’m serious lol

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wadebraid: I dug into the source, found this loophole that allows me to circle into the admin log-on screen, which let me open the editing panel. 

wadebraid: In the root directory, there was a series of links, one of which being to an unlocked TestDrive page, so i hid it on the page right on the hyphen in the second line on the third row of their portfolio

skcro: aint no way lmao

littledog: god damn man lol

littledog: so you’re wade?

wadebraid: Yea

bluuudroks25669: Harris wade???

wadebraid: yea that’s me

bluuudroks25669: noooo way what you did with that tech site was insane :3

wadebraid: So i’ve heard

jarhead: asbestos

wadebraid: What

bluuudroks25669: What?

littledog: what

skcro: wha

nolannips: huh

skcro: OH FUCK GUYS 

wadebraid: ?

skcro: A TECH PERSON JUST SIGNED ONTO TALKCITY 💀

bluuudroks25669: woaaaa

nolannips: man FUCK that i can’t get banned again or i’m perma banned

littledog: what?

nolannips: IM OUT OF HERE FUCK THIS

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[email protected] has left the chat. “[DISCONNECT FROM CHAT; USER LEFT]”

littledog: bro is overreacting lmao

skcro: maybe i am

A distinct cheerful chime plays as a distressing message is printed to the chat window.

Wackadoo! Raelyn Miller ([email protected]) has joined!

littledog: OH FUCK

skcro: OH NO

cinnapoodle: What???

littledog: WADE GTFO

You reach for the phone cord at the rear end of your PC.

cinnapoodle: Oh... Hello, Wade.

skcro: i have NOTHING to do with this

You sit up straight in your chair and shove your face back up to the monitor.

wadebraid: Hello

cinnapoodle: I sure do wonder what you’re doing here... With ALL of these other known Dreamscape! Hackers.

wadebraid: We’re discussing the weather outside, fed

cinnapoodle: Listen, Wade... I don’t want to fight. And I don’t want you to get banned either. 

wadebraid: Then why do you hunt me down?

cinnapoodle: Because you’re too... predictable.

wadebraid: Huh

cinnapoodle: I’m a technology specialist, Wade. I can see where you are on the Internet, and where you intend to go from where you are. You’re a hacker, Wade. 

cinnapoodle: I know exactly when you’re going straight for a service URL, and I know exactly when you’re going to exploit the source code. You don’t hide your tracks at all. Even the smallest cursor hover over a service URL leaves a track. I would know... I’ve been in your seat before, Wade.

wadebraid: Have you now?

cinnapoodle: Yes. Why do you think I work for Chronospace? Because I broke into their main system. Got past their shit when they were still dumb in ‘94. 

wadebraid: That was you???

cinnapoodle: Yep. And they, and me, have been making right sure... that nobody else is.

You have been disconnec9852jfsfdl2347&!-

Your speakers rather violently pop.

Your monitor goes pitch black as your computer’s modem emits a busy tone, before cutting to dial tone.

[CONNECTION TERMINATED; ADMINISTRATOR TERMINATED CALL]

The computer cuts back to the desktop.

The Dreamscape! folder is still open. Determined to get back at them, you double-click the executable again.

A pop-up appears on the screen.

It’s a log-in prompt for a dial-up network connection.

E-Mail: [email protected]

Password: *********************

Phone number: 1+(484)-820-1337

Access type: Modem

Service: Dreamscape! 

* Do you want to save these details so that sign-on is quicker next time?

Sign-on!

Click.

Rrrrrrrr-

Beep, boop, beep, beep, bop, boop, bop, bip, bip, beep.

...

Riiiiiiiiinngg......

Riiiiiiiiinngg......

The rather shrill sound of this computer's internal modem dialing out to Chronospace echoes through the dark void once more, still piercing the ears of anything in a 500 mile radius.

After a while of back and forthing, your computer loads up a warning page.

[BANNED FOR TWENTY FOUR HOURS]

[DATE: Saturday, October 30th, 1999]

[TIME: 10:22 PM]

[MODERATOR MESSAGE: This Dreamscape! account was used to facilitate discussion about breaching internal Chronospace services. The associated users this account spoke with have been reasonably moderated as well. Enjoy your time in purgatory, Wade! <3]

Your monitor cuts to black once more.

[CONNECTION TERMINATED; NO ACCESS]

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