Fed up with the "spinning wheel of death," Leo headed to . He expected to just grab the first box with the most antennas, but a Blue Shirt named Sam stopped him.

"Big house or thick walls?" Sam asked, gesturing to a wall of sleek, spaceship-looking devices.

Back home, the transformation was instant. He tucked one node in the living room and another in the upstairs hallway. By 4:00 PM, Leo was crystal clear on his Zoom call, and the house was eerily silent—the international sign of a teenager with a perfect connection.

"Both," Leo admitted. "And a teenager who thinks 100 ping is a human rights violation."