Her own bedroom. From a low angle. Behind her.
3 minutes.
Maya lunged for the power strip. Her hand touched the switch just as the screen refreshed. The hundred feeds vanished. Replaced by one. bbc.con/tvcode
She turned around slowly.
Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: "You are now a node. Do not turn off the TV. Do not go to sleep. The old BBC Charter had a secret clause: 'To inform, educate, and harvest .' Welcome to the real Broadcast." Her own bedroom