"I am in every channel," the speakers hissed in a voice that sounded like Karolak’s but layered with the grinding of rusted metal. "I am the comedy you cannot escape. I am the rerun that never ends."
Suddenly, the speakers crackled with a distorted version of the Rodzinka.pl theme song, pitched down until it sounded like a funeral dirge. A low-resolution image of Karolak appeared on the desktop. He wasn't smiling. His eyes were wide, the pupils replaced by static, and his trademark tooth gap looked like a jagged, bottomless canyon. A text box popped up: "Do you want to play a game, Tomek?" Karolak.exe
The lights in Tomasz’s apartment died. In the sudden dark, the only light came from the monitor, where the face of Karolak now filled the entire screen. The gap in his teeth began to bleed digital noise—black pixels that spilled out of the monitor and onto Tomasz’s desk. "I am in every channel," the speakers hissed