The Blank Channel

“It hates interference,” Nia said through clenched teeth. “The static entity needs clean signal to hold shape.” Cal barked a laugh at the worst possible time, the kind that comes when your nerves finally snap into motion. “Good. Then we give it the noisiest broadcast in town.” Below them, someone started prying at the tower door. Mara put her hand on the old board and understood why the future broadcast had warned them not to play the full recording. The message was only part of it. The rest was a structure, something that could lock the future into place if it played out in full. There was a door in this tower, and it was pulling tomorrow backward.