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The drive mounted with a soft ding . A single executable file rested in the root directory. The icon was a stylized eye, the pupil a pixelated question mark.

But then, her screen glitched.

The screen filled with a grainy, low-angle shot. It was dark, but she recognized the shape of the bookshelf, the framed poster of Casablanca on the wall. It was her own apartment. The camera was looking up at her from inside her laptop’s own webcam. voyerhousetv