"The physical servers are melting."
Leo Vance typed frantic commands across his heavy diagnostic tablet. He stood in the dark staging tunnel beneath the Los Angeles mega stadium.
"Reroute the overflow traffic to the AuraStream mainframe," Victoria Price ordered. She peered over his shoulder at the glowing screen.
"I initiated the reroute ten seconds ago," Leo answered. Sweat dripped down his forehead. "The traffic is still overwhelming the digital pipelines. Two hundred million active users are hitting the public gateway simultaneously."
Ryan Parker walked down the concrete ramp from the center stage. The deafening roar of the eighty thousand fans still echoed down the corridor.
He carried the matte black electric guitar by the neck. He did not look exhausted. He looked like a soverei
