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The next day, Alex didn't look for free downloads. He went to a legitimate digital store, found the game on sale for the price of a coffee, and slept soundly knowing the only thing he’d be racing against was a timer—not a hacker. The Moral of the Story

Alex didn't wait for the first lap to start. He reached back and ripped the power cable from the wall. The screen went black, leaving him in total silence. The next day, Alex didn't look for free downloads

Cold sweat broke out on his neck. He tried to close the game, but the Alt+F4 command was dead. His webcam’s small green light flickered to life, staring at him like a digital eye. He reached back and ripped the power cable from the wall

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the screen flickered. A command prompt window opened and closed in a blink—far too fast for a human to read. The game launcher finally appeared, but as the classic F1 theme music began to play, Alex noticed something strange. His mouse cursor was moving on its own. He tried to close the game, but the Alt+F4 command was dead

He hesitated. His computer was his life—his schoolwork, his photos, his saved passwords. But the lure of the Monza circuit was stronger than caution. He clicked "Allow."