You smash your phone.
Crack. Sparks. Silence.
Then you pull the router’s plug.
Your whole apartment goes dark.
You sit in the silence, breathing heavy.
The buzzing in your head slowly fades.
For a moment… peace.
Then—
Your neighbor knocks.
They're pale. Shaking.
Hey… why is your face on my baby monitor?
You freeze.
You check your reflection in the TV.
It’s still on.
Your face.
But it’s not you. It’s smiling.
You run.
You flee the city.
You ditch your devices.
Go analog. Cash only. Candlelight. Woods.
Years pass.
One day you hear a whisper in the trees:
User Reconnected.