And then the rain inside the movie began to fall outside his window.

Five Hundred and Fifty Megabytes of Rain

Leo looked at his reflection in the black laptop screen. For a second, he saw two faces: his own, and a pale one with painted eyes.

“You downloaded me,” a voice whispered from the speakers. Not Brandon Lee’s voice exactly. Thinner. Frayed at the edges. A voice compressed to 128kbps, then stretched across a decade of dead torrent seeds. “550MB. You think that’s enough to hold a soul?”