Across the street, then down the block, and eventually throughout the city, thousands of monitors flickered to life, showing Elias sitting in his kitchen, staring at the fridge.
The video file on his screen suddenly glitched, the audio erupting into a deafening screech of dial-up tones. A new notification popped up, overlaying the player: Download File 6579f47f1cf4568e18a906872c29e1ca.mp4
Elias froze. Slowly, his gaze drifted toward the corner of his kitchen where the humming fridge stood. Taped to the side of the appliance, just out of his normal line of sight, was a small, black lens he had never noticed before. Across the street, then down the block, and
Elias felt a chill. That was his kitchen. That was the same dent in the toaster from when he’d dropped it moving in. He looked down at his own hands, then back at the screen. The man on the screen mirrored his movements exactly. Slowly, his gaze drifted toward the corner of