Here is where the deep cut begins.

Then came Mankind. He walked down the ramp, but the compression had removed his walking animation. He glided, his feet static, sliding across the floor like a ghost.

The sound wasn't a speaker-rattling explosion; it was a compressed, static crunch. But the arena materialized.

“Fifty gigs?” Ravi whispered, staring at the monitor in disbelief. “Uncle, my internet plan only has 2GB left for the month. And my PSP memory stick is only 4GB.”