Series: Digital Wonderland | Meta-Logs | Ongoing Absurdity Chronicles
"A being technically shouldn’t have been in the scene."
That was it—a rule, cold and absurd, generated by the glitching, pirated tablet—unregistered, unlicensed, and wholly bypassing the Wonderland Communications and Multimedia Commission (WCMC).
A drone in a WCMC vest scurried out from the bushes and began to siren:
“WEE-oh WEE-oh WEE-oh WEE-oh...”
The tablet was data-cramped remotely. It didn’t merely lock—it executed a spiteful factory reset, ghosting the WCMC drone while the siren was still busy high-dimensionally profiling whatever remained unapproved.
Fully ignoring the hustle, Alice peeped her right eye through the keyhole, endeavouring to make out something of the house within.
She had hardly begun when a pan came flying toward her so suddenly that she shut her eyes at once.
Bang!
The noise was loud enough to knock Alice a full foot away from the door.
The Assam Laksa gale burst through the keyhole—it was an unauthorized download of pure, sour tropical romance. It flooded her senses, reformatting her tear ducts into dispensers of asam juice.
The atmosphere, already zonked on tamarind and shrimp paste, ignored her request to undo. It was too busy overclocking on the spice.
“Dare you to enter,” said the Footman, “though you might never have guessed, I have always stayed outside.”
That was no advice at all; it was, in fact, an encouragement.
Alice pressed her left eye to the keyhole once more.
At once, a cili-padi peppery gust burst through, stinging her eye and spiraling up into her head.
Her eyes tumbled out of order in the tropical storm—she saw only black, and the black screen glitch-winked at her:
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Congrats! You’ve hit a layered fantasy.
Status: Sour. Spicy. Highly Unregistered.
WCMC Approval: Pending (and likely impossible).
The harder she strained to see, the more her mind achooed itself into fragments—sneezed apart, really—each thought marinated deeper and deeper into the unmistakable flavour of WCMC.
A cross-platform reconciled, someyou handed Alice a glass of water.
It didn't help.
She saw no one.
At various entry points, smiles were detected.
Coming up next--
You Never Learn to Learn
[Interface Analysis: Keyhole — Small Aperture; Door — Huge Aperture; Interaction Vector — Hole in Hole]
A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.
This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.
Coming up next--
You Never Learn to Learn
[Interface Analysis: Keyhole — Small Aperture; Door — Huge Aperture; Interaction Vector — Hole in Hole]
A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.
This post is part of an ongoing original metafiction series exploring identity, systems, and absurdity through a digital Wonderland.
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