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A grainy image flickered into view. It was a high-angle shot of a hallway. Elias felt a jolt of recognition—it was his own hallway, the one leading from the kitchen to his bedroom. The lighting was sickly green, the way it looked when only the stove light was left on.

On the monitor, his digital self stopped directly under the camera. He looked up. But instead of a face, there was only a blurred smudge of static, a swirling vortex of white noise where features should be. The "Elias" on screen raised a hand and pointed—not at the camera, but at something behind it. 291856.mp4

The video Elias spoke. No words came out, only the sound of a dial-up modem shrieking. Suddenly, the 0 KB file began to grow. A grainy image flickered into view