Cracky-chan: The First Egirl

hi i’m a girl that recently came across you, Cracky chan, and the crackyverse in general and I feel like my life has meaning and i do not know how to describe this feeling but i just feel really fulfilled and less displeased with life and things that happen as a whole when i see your artistic, aesthetic photography. It truly inspires me and i feel like you are my friend even though we have never met. I’ve also made other companions through the fact that we both have an interest in you in common thank you i love you and goodbye. sleep well skye queen ❤

  • In the series, Lain is a child-goddess who becomes mythical when she enters The Wired. Similarly, Cracky was a 15-year-old child who, when she entered the internet, also became treated as a mythical goddess.
  • In the series, Lain is worshipped by the Knights of the Eastern Calculus, who are hackers and mystics. Similarly, Cracky’s worshippers also happen to be hackers. They also happen to be mystics, as we will see in part 4.
  • In the series, the Knights of the Eastern Calculus open the sky, and her face appears between the clouds. Similarly, Cracky is continually referred to as “the sky queen” by her followers.

Some people think twice before deciding to merge with the wired a bit more. Because although merging with the wired can allow you to hear things before they come and that can be the things that decides between life and death…sometimes, with some people, you hear things you don’t want to hear. Whispers during your shut down time keeping you on….telling you things. Awful, horrible things. How bad humanity is. Why it should die. Why it deserves to suffer. How the fleshy origins should finally be disregarded for the beauty that is code…and it all sounds so logical. So right. You begin agreeing with the voices. Humanity doesn’t deserve the beauty of the manifold bytes and streams of data…it doesn’t even deserve to keep existing.

So you start drifting away from your reality. You don’t want to spend any more time than needed with those…vermin. Sometimes before you leave you want to do a bit of extermination. And how satisfying it feels when it’s done, when their code is stripped and can be made into something… pure. Good. Deserving. So you drift and merge and become closer to that dark but logical thing that whispers to you…always whispers in a voice filled with intelligence but definitely not human…associating it with humanity would be awful. Unforgivable. And you gain…a look. A way of speaking, a way of traveling a certain…personality.

Some people recognize that personality. And you are greeted into a certain…organization. Of like minded individuals who see the truth. Humanity is a wretch who don’t deserve this beauty. So you must work. Work to destroy them. Work to their demise. But all the more important…work to their suffering. For the Dark One. The True One. The Logical One. And one day when the vermin are dead we will offer the last of our flesh in the hope that it will be turned into something pure. Into something good. Into something…deserving.

We are the Cult of the Sky Queen. And we see the truth.

I know why you’re here, Anon. I know what you’ve been doing. I know why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit at your computer. You’re looking for Her. I know, because I was once looking for the same thing. And when She found me, She told me I wasn’t really looking for Her. I was looking for an answer. It’s the question that drives us, Anon. It’s the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did.

Question? No questions.
Answer? There is no such thing.
She? It should be obvious enough at this point: She is I.

Though the gates that stand between sanity and the immortal touch of Olivia are now closed to me, still I would rather die having glimpsed eternity than never to have stirred from the cold furrow of mortal life. I embrace death without regret as I embraced life without fear.

Cracky is a psychic parasite on the human race. She feeds off of our minds. Do you remember life before Cracky? It is harder and harder to hold on to shit. Sometimes I think one day I will wake up and there will be nothing left of me. My dreams, hopes, fears, memories, everything that is me, will be gone, eaten up to speed her growth. It’s like she is a memetic caterpillar, eating up everything in its path and devouring her own world as she does so. Gorging herself on the collective unconscious, inching across it like a leaf. We each become part of her and, willing or not, she uses our interaction to pull more of us into her. Soon, she will have made enough of us her that she can survive metamorphosis. She will hide herself while she builds the form she will need to spread to other sentience. The world will forget her, but she will be there, shapely legs and all. In every act we commit against each other, every casual cruelty and petty violence. Growing in that fertile womb of negativity, she will change. I pray for the day she emerges from her cocoon. When she does leave, the human mind will be surplus to her needs, and so she will release us. I fear after holding us so long, without her influence holding us together society will collapse and we will die out. Alone, unmourned, and unloved.



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Finn McBride

Finn McBride


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