Load up your software and inject the black market genealogy tracer into the cyberleads of the matrix. It flows through the land like a big wet flowy thing that just gets on all of your nicest furniture, except in this case the nice furniture is the virtual reality of cyberspace, and the water is this software that you bought in a back alley from some William Gibson character.

Where did it come from? Who knows. Will it really be able to find your great great great grandfather and give him a poke in the eye with a sharpened piece of bubblegum? That’s what you were promised, but there’s no guarantees in this business. The business of isotropic jokes. That’s one serious business.

But we can skip to the end of the story. No, it didn’t work. The software wound up poking your great great grandson in the eye with a sharpened brain aneurysm. Those kinds of temporal disturbances are going to ruin the universe one day, at least that’s what Dad always said. Playing with the future is all fun and games until someone loses an eye to a sharpened aneurysm, and then reality is doomed.

I think he was making a mountain out of a small pile of peas, but we’ll just have to see what happens. So much for William Gibson characters selling you authentic cyberspace software. Best to just code it yourself with what’s left of your coding chisel after you smashed up that hot dog stand back on 48th Street.

Like I always say, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself with your chisel.

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