In the basement of the abandoned Tbilisi TV tower, an old digital TV transmitter hummed with a frequency it was never designed to carry.
The TV screens in the control room flickered, one by one, and displayed:
So I’ll interpret it as:
— and build a short sci-fi/tech thriller around it. Title: The Hot Line
And he had been home the whole time.
When the lights came back, all the screens showed live feeds of empty apartments — except one. A figure in a chair, staring directly into its own camera.
It was Luka’s living room.
Curiosity turned to dread when the signal began responding to his keyboard inputs. He typed “HELLO.”
The final message before the power cut: