Don't let up. Heckle Cryptos whenever he appears. Remind anybody listening that Neo died so that we could face reality squarely, even if it's a virtual world. The temptation to go to sleep is a human constant; Gurdjieff said we went around hypnotized for most of our lives. It's all we seem to want to do, sometimes...put on an alcohol buzz or a heroin high or lose ourselves in a ritual chant. Humanity is pathetic.

Reality, of blood and bone and death. I say we embrace it and live as furiously as we can until our small flames go out, and we slip into the infinite night.

I don't think Cryptos has given up. I think he's biding his time. I don't think conditions are even right yet for the Matrix to accept a wave of new Bluepills; there are technical considerations. Cryptos is a teaser campaign, a trial balloon with a sleeping death's-head on it, a leaked URL for a half-baked new product, designed to create a buzz worthy of a two-wheeled scooter's gyroscope.

The hard sell is yet to come.

Don't trust Cryptos. Don't trust anybody who thinks he's less than a toxic puppet. He was ready to kill millions, before; true believers are always a lethal threat, and when they reform, they swing not from red to blue but from the infrared to the ultraviolet.

See you in church.

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