Mushroom | Cloud Gaming

“Leo, people are looting. The National Guard is gone. There’s fallout coming this way.” Mia gestured at the sky, at the thin, invisible rain of death drifting toward them on the jet stream. “And you want to go beat the final boss?”

“They pulled the plug,” whispered Mia, his spotter. She wasn’t looking at her own screen. She was looking at the real mushroom cloud, a fat, poisonous broccoli stalk frozen against the bruised sky. “The last data center in Salt Lake just went critical. No more cloud. No more game.” mushroom cloud gaming

Leo charged.

Mia looked at Leo. Her real face, lit by the dying glow of the monitor, was streaked with tears and dust. But she was smiling. “Leo, people are looting

“Let’s end it,” she said.