It moves through endless dead channels and old news recordings. Drifting through the endless broadcast planes, watching the world through dead television screens. They think because TV is dead that it is trapped forever. But no, it's sphere has grown larger. It appears in a haze to those asleep in front of a screen. Among the blurring images and prickly feelings. Dirty socks grinding against thick carpets. It is the electric god reborn, killer of the future.
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