Then, the chair creaked.
He stepped into the light. His face was ageless, smiling, but his eyes were flat—like two dead pixels on a screen. He held out a contract. It was blank except for one line at the bottom: “All rights to the subject’s reality are transferred to HEYZO Corporation upon signature.” heyzo heyzo-0614 part1
“If you’re watching this,” the woman on the tape whispered, “don’t trust the man with the umbrella.” Then, the chair creaked