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Mara closed her eyes. The Flixer didn’t need her to watch anymore. It just needed her to be watched.

She tried to smash it. The device was warm, like it was breathing. The next morning, her smart TV turned on by itself. The screen showed a film she’d never seen: a romantic comedy where the lead actress had Mara’s face. In the final scene, the character received a package in the mail. Inside: a black dongle labeled FLIXER . flixer

Mara typed: “Something new.”

By sunset, her reflection in the microwave glass winked at her—a full second before she did. Mara closed her eyes

The Flixer didn’t load Netflix or YouTube. Instead, it showed her front door, live. From a camera angle that didn’t exist in her apartment. She watched herself, from behind, typing on the couch. Then the feed rewound three seconds and played again. And again. She tried to smash it