He looked at the floating screen in the virtual world. A new transaction code appeared: – Emergency System Purge.
The screen flashed. And suddenly, Alex wasn't in his cramped apartment anymore. He was standing in a sterile, endless white corridor lined with server racks. The air hummed with data. At the end of the hall, a glowing door read:
“Sir? This is your landlord. Your internet usage is 400 gigabytes tonight. Are you mining cryptocurrency? The contract says no servers.”
Catch-22.