Qurv Trysr by mtch

It is the sound of crackling electrons burning winding pathways through broken logic circuits, the dry sizzle of overclocked and overheated chips streaming torrents of corrupted data, fragmented and nearly incomprehensible.  Popping transistors emit tiny plumes of acrid smoke, condensing into a thin fog of ozone permeating everything.  The surviving bits and bytes collate and render, revealing the order and structure interlaced within.