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The static formed a shape. Not video. Geometry. On his ultra-wide monitor, the noise coalesced into a wireframe rendering of a child’s bedroom. His child’s bedroom. The desk lamp was a flickering polygon; the stuffed rabbit on the shelf was a cluster of jagged, low-res vertices.

Ethan’s coffee mug slipped from his hand, hitting the carpet with a wet thud. He hadn’t typed that. His fingers were frozen above the keyboard. ringcentral app desktop

He accepted. His own desktop vanished. In its place, a live feed of his apartment. Not from a camera he owned. From the webcam embedded in his monitor. He saw himself: a ghost in a wrinkled dress shirt, eyes hollow, hand frozen on the mouse. The static formed a shape