The television surged. A bright flash of white light filled the room, followed by the smell of ozone and burnt silicon. The screen shattered, raining glass onto the desk.

The TV started to grow warm. The plastic casing groaned. Elias tried to reach for the power cord, but his eyes were locked on the screen. The image shifted. He saw his own room.

He saw the interior of a room he didn't recognize, rendered in shimmering heat-map colors. He saw a woman sitting at a table, her face a blur of data points. She looked up, directly into the "camera," and for a second, Elias felt a cold spike of terror. She wasn't a recording; she was a live interpretation of the electromagnetic waves bouncing off her body somewhere across the city.

He saw the back of his own head, sitting at the desk. But in the digital rendering of the P671 software, there was something else standing behind him. A tall, thin column of interference—a shadow made of pure signal—leaning over his shoulder.

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The download was complete. Elias didn't hesitate. He extracted the RAR file, revealing a single execution script and a readme file that was nothing but a string of zeros.