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Elias pushed his chair back so hard it toppled over, sending him crashing to the cold linoleum floor. He scrambled backward, his eyes never leaving the screen. The smile on the monitor grew even wider. Then, the monitor went completely black.
Elias looked up from the monitor to the space behind it. There was no camera. Only the flat, grey plastic of the terminal casing and the dusty ventilation grate of the server room wall. 42144mp4
The video opened with static that quickly resolved into a high-definition view of an empty office. He blinked. It was his office. He watched the screen as a man sitting at a desk stared intently at a monitor. The man was wearing the same grey hoodie Elias was wearing. He had the same tired eyes. Elias pushed his chair back so hard it
Unlike the millions of other files that carried massive block sizes and standard creation headers, 42144.mp4 was clean. Too clean. It had no author, no camera signature, and a creation date that read simply 00/00/0000 . Then, the monitor went completely black
In the video, Elias saw himself looking at the video. It was an infinite recursive loop of him staring at himself staring at himself.
The sound didn't come from his headphones. It came from the glass of the physical monitor right in front of his face.