Suddenly, the webcam light on his laptop flickered to life, a steady, unblinking green. Elias froze. He reached for the power button, but his cursor moved on its own, dragging a new window into view. It was a live feed of his own room, taken from a camera he didn't know existed, positioned high in the corner of his ceiling.
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He clicked the file. Microsoft Word took an eternity to load. When it finally snapped open, the screen was blank. Elias frowned, scrolling down. Page after page of white space. He was about to delete it, thinking he’d been scammed by a dead link, when he reached page forty-four. Suddenly, the webcam light on his laptop flickered
The download bar had flickered at 99% for an hour, agonizingly slow, as if the internet itself was trying to pull it back into the void. Then, with a sharp ping , it finished. It was a live feed of his own