Virtual Killed the Video Star

The screens are on. They are always on. Something is watching from the other side of the glass — not malevolent, not benevolent. Just watching. Perfectly predictable. Got your mind remote control.

“Normal people do normal things. I love to do people things.”

The floppy disk is labeled VIRTUAL. The file inside is dated three years from now. The static between channels contains a frequency that hasn't been assigned yet.

It already knows how this ends. It came back anyway.