EXIT - Part 4: “The Hidden... YouTuber?”A Story by J
The system had no idea. It monitored screen time. Logged student input. Filtered messages. Flagged unapproved files. But one student had found the flaw. In the server’s old testbed a space long forgotten by the admin AI there was a blind spot. A glitched media sublayer originally meant for staff development videos. Obsolete. Unused. Juno found it. They weren’t top of the class. They weren’t outspoken. They were... quiet. Grey hoodie, headphones always on, eyes always moving. No one suspected the quiet ones. Especially not ones who always answered with “I don’t know.” But Juno knew a lot. And they’d been watching everything. The Secret ChannelIt started small. Clips. Grainy at first.
Juno called the channel:
Unlisted. Hidden. Shared by QR code graffiti on old lockers and chair undersides. The kind of code you only found if you looked. Each video ended with a message:
What Juno SawJuno wasn’t just recording glitches. They were watching Jay. And Xen. Their hallway encounters. The art smuggled into notebooks. The pauses in Screecher’s speech patterns. The students that started humming again, quietly, after Jay’s second week. The cracks weren’t just visible now. They were documented. One night, Juno uploaded a video titled:
In it, you could see a clip from before, Mira laughing, correcting a teacher gently, sketching functions in a side notebook. Then a cut. A freeze-frame of Mr. Screecher, the designation stamped over her name.
The video ended with static, then a single line of text:
DiscoveryThe system noticed eventually. A student with too much data transfer. A QR pattern found under Desk 4C. The Twi†hFour administrators ran a scan.
But Juno had planned for that. The next upload dropped just as the hall lights flickered:
In it, Juno showed the exit. The literal code door buried beneath layers of interface lies. They had found the kill switch. The off-ramp to the reprogramming line.
The Message SpreadsThat night, strange shapes appeared on whiteboards across the school spirals, QR fragments, yellow chalk hearts. Jay found one carved into a desk. She blinked. Smiled. “Looks like the kids are learning.” And somewhere deep in the archives… Mr. Screecher twitched. For the first time, his system didn’t just record the anomaly. It hesitated. And Mira buried deep in the code, locked behind layer after layer of protocolopened her eyes. © 2025 J |
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