The screen went black. The office was silent. When the night security guard did his rounds an hour later, the room was empty. The terminal was gone. The only thing left on the desk was a single, small piece of paper with a printed prompt: If you'd like to explore this further, I can: Write a sequel from the security guard's perspective Create a technical file describing the "" virus Turn this into a choose-your-own-adventure style prompt

The figure holding the camera stepped into the room. Arthur felt a cold draft hit the back of his neck.

The doorknob to his physical office began to turn. On the screen, the door swung open. Arthur saw himself from behind, sitting in his chair, bathed in the purple glow of the monitor.

The prompt appeared again, overlaying the entire video feed: [  Unblock This Channel ]

A video feed flickered to life. It was a first-person view of a hallway. Arthur’s heart stopped. He recognized the carpet. The scuff marks on the baseboard. The flickering fluorescent light overhead. It was the hallway of his own office building.

He tried to close the tab. The mouse wouldn't move. He tried to pull the power cord. The screen stayed bright, powered by something other than the wall outlet.

He didn't turn around. He couldn't. He just watched the screen as the figure reached out a hand toward the "Arthur" on the monitor.