With a final, silent pop of electricity, the room went black. When the emergency lights kicked in, the chair was empty. On the monitor, the wallpaper had changed. The nebula was gone.
Now, it was a high-resolution image of a studio. In the center sat a man, frozen in 7680-pixel clarity, his hand eternally reaching for a power cord that wasn't there.
Inside the reflection was a room that looked exactly like his own, but the man sitting at the desk wasn't looking at a screen. He was looking out through the glass, staring directly into Elias’s eyes.