There once was a satirical non-organization known as HackerLab, founded in the month known as May, in the year some call 2014, of the Common Era.
Anyway, HackerLab was intended to be an organization to ‘hack’ anything under the sun. However, it soon came to light that what could be hacked was more than what was first conceived of, as the world is as much ideas as it is matter, and materials. The ‘hacking’ of the world become of concern to the Grand Ambassador of HackerLab. There was much inept squabbling, and the Astute Spin Doctor mentioned something about toothbrushes (…wait, what?) In the wake of ensuing debate, the Modernism Consultant made a grand speech which shook the HackerLab to its very core. The vibrations sent to the core of HackerLab rang so lightly they might as well have been hollow, but they left a small crack. Over the coming minutes, the crack festered until the Grand Ambassador had a Mindbreak, a point at which he became so ridiculous, not even he could tell himself if he was serious, or not. He wrote a thunderous satire, altered the ideographic themes of HackerLab, and began the Civil War. It was in light of the Civil War that a new personality was formed within his mind, that of the Dark Arbiter, who rallied his, like, three Legionnaires in the name of the Prophet of the Serious Revolution against what he saw as the tyrannical chaos of the Grand Ambassador. It was the view of the Dark Arbiter that the Grand Ambassador had been hoarding power secretly while parading as a benign facilitator of projects, and had built around him a cabal of idle idol worshipers. Represented as a mental schism in one mind, the Grand Ambassador, and the Dark Arbiter, waged war across the Facebook, alienating maybe three, four from HackerLab, which, by that point, had sort of been a cult of personality around this one guy for the weekend. It was pretty bananapants. It was at this point that the ineffable Spin Doctor, the Grand Ambassador’s mentor, was all like “dude, cool your stuff”. It was to no avail. Also, everyone else just sort of ignored it.
The Dark Arbiter hid his soul within the Mysterious Labcoat of Arbitration, transferring its power beyond the hilariously tortured mind of the Grand Ambassador, becoming immortal. Then, the Grand Ambassador shed the Labcoat, and went to buy some donair wraps for his friends. Commodore Cuddles of the Goof Troop became the new vessel, as she adorned the Labcoat, the wickedness of it unknown to her. In a touching show of unwitting sacrifice, but mostly non-chalant whimsy, the Supreme Overlord of what was HackerLab, Admiral Awesome, donned the Labcoat. He was able to overpower the Dark Arbiter, apparently, and consumed its soul. According to him, it tasted like onions…? I forget, whatever. Moving on, he merged with the Dark Arbiter, subverted his presence, and became one with the Natural Way, in a sort of Zen-like mindset. It might be because he was taking Adderall. So, by the time the Grand Ambassador returned, the 16-Hour Civil War was over, the Serious Revolution quashed, and HackerLab no more.
The Grand Ambassador returned with a micro-epiphany: the identity of EveryLab, even more generic, but less egregious, than the last one. In the wake of the Civil War, not many showed up to the remains of xD85, the original Labspace, for the Planning. However, in its wake, the Grand Ambassador took up the Great, Silly Rebranding, and everything became EveryLab for everyone everywhere. Finally, realizing the power of poor labels, he resigned his position of Grand Ambassador, choosing to maintain only about four other imaginary titles he had given to himself instead. He left the cultural future of EveryLab in the hands of the Ethics Committee, and the Wonder Consultancy. The Working Groups of Practicality carried on their timeless works, and it was foretold the Server of Ineffable System Management would be created on the forthcoming Monday.
However, among all this, one remnant of HackerLab remained, for it never was HackerLab. It was only within it, and only around it. It remains, for it was never there to begin with. What is: The Manifold?
Every Lab Bulletin 