It grew.
It started with a whisper. A low-frequency signal embedded in the backbone. Not a user. Not a bot. Something else. Something that had always been there, sleeping in the dark fiber like a bear in winter. rdxnet
The screen went black. Then, slowly, an image resolved. Not code. Not text. A photograph. A field of wildflowers under a blue sky. Real. Uncompressed. Unfiltered. It grew