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I slam my fingers against the keyboard, executing the manual root override command. The monitors flash bright white for a single second, followed by the immediate, blessed silence of the data stream cutting off. The progress bars freeze entirely. The data transfer is dead. For three long, agonizing seconds, nobody breathes. The only sound in the room is the faint hum of Liz's cooling fans. Then, my laptop screen lights up with a bright, crisp green notification. CONNECTION TERMINATED. TRACE COMPLETED: HOSTILE IP SIGNATURE PERMANENTLY LOGGED [LOCATION IDENTIFIED: SERAPHINA_LAPTOP_REMOTELINK].

“…especially you, cupcake.” Elder Sesan motioned his hands to the younger woman with coal-black hair, Penelope. She stood and went to him, picking up a remote from the table that I was just noticing, and directed it towards a 75-inch TV that was smartly screwed to the wall, approximately ten feet away from us. The TV boomed on and footage began to play. I turned to Elder Sesan who had gotten up and stayed near Dan’s chair to see what was happening on the screen.

He inserted the chip and hoped that the screen didn’t switch off in between. Ten seconds……….twenty seconds…………..thirty seconds………..fifty seconds……………… now there were only 10 seconds left. “Please…….please…….please……….. wait a few more seconds……….” He muttered tapping his foot. He felt like he had been gifted the world’s best treasure when the screen flashed, ‘Program uploaded successfully.’ Now at least the others could escape to the island and live there safely. He tapped several icons and finally tapped on ‘ Control The Haulster Remotely’

Something on the TV caught my eye, and I turned. Right in front of me was a picture of the person I most wanted to see right then—Kade Nightshade. Next to his image was that of a woman I vaguely recognized. Then I read the words at the bottom of the screen, and my blood ran cold. “Remote,” I whispered. “What?” I stretched my hand out, waving maniacally. “Give me the fucking remote!” A moment later, I felt the remote pressed into my hand and quickly unmuted the TV.

He grabbed the remote from his nightstand, and with a press of a button on the remote he turned it on, the screen coming to life. As the TV turned on and he noticed that it was tuned to a news channel, Josh furrowed his brows, mumbling to himself, “Boring news.” His finger hovered over the remote as he was about to switch the channels from a news channel to something he could find more interesting.

The Following Day, Mid-afternoon. A Multimillion-dollar Condo Apartment Off Campus Grounds. NOAH’S POV. TONY’S RIVAL. Noah leaned forward on one of the plush couches in his living room, his elbows braced against his thighs, his grip tight around a wireless controller as his eyes stayed locked on the massive screen in front of him. The 75-inch TV flashed green from the pitch— players sprinting, the crowd roaring faintly through the speakers.

Norval shifted on his bed, taking a few moments to get into a comfortable position. "Wasn't Luciana's match due to start in about three minutes?" Norval was the one who inquired. Before responding, Jalon double-checked that he had consumed all of the Soda in the can. “That's right, I almost forgot about it. What happened to the TV remote control? I think the match will be broadcast on national television," Jalon stated. He threw the can into the garbage can after crashing it under his hands. Norval rummaged through his bed sheets until he unearthed the remote, which was tucked away under his blanket. Jalon received it after he tossed it to him. Jalon turned on the television and sat on the e

"I managed to get a copy of the footage. Let's examine it." With swift precision, Andrew inserted a fast drive into the smart TV, its screen coming to life with a vivid display of digital possibilities. His fingers danced across the remote control, deftly manipulating the screen to initiate the playback of the obtained footage. The video began to play, but Andrew opted to increase the speed, wanting to uncover the truth without delay.

An image appeared on the screen, displaying two figures locked in a passionate embrace atop the kitchen island. The image then switched to the same two figures messing around on the couch in the living room and also in front of a set of floor-to-ceiling windows. The erotic videos were also broadcast to the viewers who were tuned in to the live stream. People started pouring into the stream, the viewer count climbing from 10,000 to over 100,000 in a matter of seconds. Wales was the first to regain his senses. He roared at the host, "Turn it off! Turn it off right now!"