The physics were impossibly tight. Every drift felt like a razor’s edge. Leo pulled ahead, his fingers dancing across the triggers, but the white car stayed glued to his rear bumper. It didn't drive like a human; it took lines that seemed to defy the track's geometry, ghosting through corners with eerie precision.

"Connection established," a synthetic voice chirped. "Multiplayer lobby: Found."

He slammed his car into reverse on the screen, performing a pixel-perfect J-turn. If he lost the race, the "terms and conditions" he’d skipped might just forfeit more than his save data.