I frowned. There were no students in the room. But as Mr. Aris began writing on the chalkboard, the camera panned slowly to the right. There, sitting in the front row, was a boy. He was perfectly still—so still he looked like a mannequin.
I reached for the mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. The speakers began to hum with a low-frequency vibration that made my teeth ache. FavoriteTeacher8mp4
The boy didn't move. The camera zoomed in on the back of his head. I noticed a small flickering at the edge of the screen—a digital artifact that looked like a barcode. I frowned
On screen, Mr. Aris reached out a hand, his fingers stretching toward the lens until they seemed to press against the glass of my monitor. Aris began writing on the chalkboard, the camera
Mr. Aris stopped writing. He didn't turn around. "Do you have the answer, Leo?"
"Good evening, class," he whispered. The audio was crisp, unnervingly clear against the grainy visual. "I’m so glad you stayed late for the extra credit."