How Bounce Started a Pirate TV Channel (While We Were Supposed to Be Hiding)
It is very late, in the part of the night where the network hums to itself.
Bounce is on the floor of the workshop, surrounded by parts. An old monitor casing. A nest of dead game controllers, their cords tangled like roots. Cracked screens, loose circuit boards, and a frankly alarming number of tiny blinking lights, all harvested from machines that used to do something else. He is wiring it together with the focused calm of a person who has already decided it is going to work.