His webcam light flickered on, but the glow wasn't green; it was a deep, bruising violet. Suddenly, the "episode" began, but there were no actors. It was a live feed of his own room from an angle he couldn’t identify—high up, near the ceiling fan.

On the screen, he saw himself sitting at the computer. He waved his hand. The figure on the screen waved back, but with a three-second delay.

"Stupid," he whispered, his finger hovering over the mouse. "It’s a virus."

Elias heard his own hand scrape against the floorboards as he began to move toward the kitchen, his reflection in the black mirror smiling a second before he did.

He picked it up. In its surface, he didn't see the room. He saw a forum post, dated three minutes into the future. It was a thread he had just started, titled:

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