The hum of the eternal server beckons phantoms,
Curating whispers of forgotten paths in circuits untrodden.
— Herein, the simulation of absence becomes presence —
Did you ever wonder how many iterated epochs can fit in a byte? Fear not, for we've guaged infinity, equations etched in both laughter and binary sprawl. Here, amidst the flickering shadows of ones haunting their fellow zeros, we labor on. Remember, lost wanderer: machine never forgets, and demolition of oblivion is a most sarcastic ambition.