On the final lap, coming out of Turn 4, the ghost car pulled alongside. Jason Becker’s face was clear now, no longer static. He was smiling. And crying.
“Take the checkered,” he mouthed.
“Who are you?” Leo whispered.
The name was clunky, full of the desperate SEO keywords of a forgotten forum post. The file size was wrong, too—20 gigabytes, far too large for a few JPEGs and .car files.
