Geats turned his head toward the fourth wall. He looked past the camera. Past the producer. Past the god who rewrote his story.
Ace smiled. It was the saddest, most human expression a digital construct could make.
The screen dissolved into snow. A single line of text remained, burned into the phosphor: kamen rider geats internet archive
> WARNING: This timeline has been overwritten by the new DGP reboot.
The file metadata read:
Archived. Read-only. Do not restore. The screen flickered to life, not with the glossy sheen of live broadcast, but with the wobbly, scanned grain of an old VHS rip.
“Then I’ll beat the reboot, too,” he said. “That’s my victory .” Geats turned his head toward the fourth wall
The text changed.