It was a small, old-fashioned box set with an antenna angled on top. Images merged across the screen. Two separate shows tangled, their audio and visuals blending horribly. Faces and shapes fused into one another. Digital artifacts infected the screen. The audio tormented, not quite music or dialogue or background sounds, but a ragged blend of all three. Abby was certain she could see a screaming face off to one side, howling at the audience beneath layers of jarring color and texture. She turned aside.
