He waited in a small, dim chatroom where usernames flickered like console LEDs. The handle “BluePak” pinged him: “got BLUR.pkg. 5MB seed. PM for link.” Marcus’s palms sweated despite the cool blue light of his monitor. He pictured the stack of PS3s in his childhood friend’s garage, the smell of dust and solder, the way they’d prop controllers on their knees and scream at split-second collisions. He missed that chaos.