Elias’s breath hitched. This wasn't IPTV. This was a window.

The screen showed his current apartment, from the perspective of the window behind him. On the screen, the digital version of Elias was sitting at his desk, staring at the monitor. Suddenly, in the feed, the apartment door behind him began to creak open.

The screen flickered. Suddenly, he wasn't watching a show; he was watching a live, high-definition feed of a rain-slicked street in New York. He could see the steam rising from a manhole cover, the reflection of a streetlamp in a puddle. He scrolled again. . Tokyo. A crowded ramen shop where he could practically smell the broth.