An accident at first, her husband gone to work, her stranded sans remote atop the treadmill, two miles still to run. And so, she watches. The volume low, she notes how still it blares; above, a comedy reel the feed below: The snow will turn to ice by morning. Senator ready to deal. And on the screen a graph: the cost of rice is up—the line that maps her pulse the same— and so the poorest of the world won’t eat. A blast in Pakistan kills four, more maimed. Send pics to iReport.com, or Tweet. Her cat observes the show, but that’s not news. She always stares. Even when there’s nothing there.