Bbc.con/tvcode ~upd~ -

She hadn't pressed anything. The remote sat on the coffee table, batteries long dead. The TV had simply glitched during the 10 PM news, the anchor's face melting into a grey prompt box.

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." bbc.con/tvcode

It looks like you're asking for a story based on the (slightly misspelled) URL . She hadn't pressed anything

Maya scratched at the peeling "BBC" sticker on her ancient set-top box. The screen displayed a single, impossible line of text: Her phone buzzed

"bbc.con/tvcode," she muttered, typing the address into her phone.

Maya lunged for the power strip. Her hand touched the switch just as the screen refreshed. The hundred feeds vanished. Replaced by one.

TV Code Accepted. You are now the programme.