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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.

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

On the video, the man turned around. It was Elias, but his eyes were hollowed out, replaced by shifting patterns of static. The "Video Elias" looked directly into the lens and held up a handwritten sign. It read: Elias felt a chill

The video player opened to a static-heavy shot of a suburban kitchen. It was filmed from a high angle—the top of a refrigerator, maybe. The timestamp in the corner was buzzing with digital artifacts, flickering between the current date and one exactly ten years in the future. He looked down at his own hands, then back at the screen

The notification appeared at 3:14 AM:

In the frame, a man sat at the kitchen table, his back to the camera. He was hunched over a laptop, the blue light reflecting off the chrome toaster nearby.

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.