He wasn't a pirate. At least, that’s what he told himself. He was an archaeologist .

On his monitor, the frozen avatar of Housemarque_QA turned its head. It looked directly at Marco’s webcam.

He looked at his soldering bench. The spare Trinity motherboard he’d been repairing—the one without a hard drive—had its ring of light spinning. Green, red, green, red. Polarity switching.

Now he noticed that three names were crossed out.

Marco picked up the controller. He didn't know if he pressed Continue because he wanted to save Pax, or because the glitch had already won.