He looked down at his own hand. It didn't look like a hand anymore. It looked like a flickering broadcast of a hand from 1984. He couldn't remember what his real skin felt like. Was he the man in the chair watching the screen, or the man on the screen being watched?
He stood up, his body a shimmering mosaic of strangers, and walked toward the mirror. He didn't see a face. He saw a kaleidoscope of "Slow Death". "I see you," he whispered to the glass.
"Target is consuming," Elias-the-Agent whispered into his suit’s recorder. His voice came out as a synthesized rasp.
Below is a story inspired by its "scanned" aesthetic and "Slow Death" Substance D premise. The Static Mirror
He sat in a dimly lit apartment, watching the monitors. On the screen, a pixelated version of his living room played out. He watched "Elias" (his unmasked self) move from the kitchen to the couch. He saw himself swallow a tiny, blue pill of Substance D. On the screen, the digital noise from the camera made it look like Elias was dissolving into a swarm of aphids.
