Today, the tool exists in a liminal space: too broken for serious archival work, too haunting to abandon. It runs in DOSBox with heavy cycle-tuning, passed around private Discord servers as a kind of digital occult object. People feed it weird audio—a dial-up handshake, the whine of a dying hard drive, the hum of a floppy drive seeking track 0—just to hear what the ghost in the filter will play back.