Elias leaned in. The aspect ratio seemed wrong, stretched vertically. Ron turned from the mirror and looked directly into the camera lens.

"Come on," Elias whispered. He refreshed the trackers. Nothing. The seeders had dropped to zero. It was a dead end, a digital cul-de-sac. He was about to close the laptop, defeated, when a chat window popped up inside the torrent client.

Are we having fun yet?