The rain continues to beat against the side of the Rust-eze tent, a steady "Low-Res" rhythm that underscores the uncertainty in your Source Code. You are sitting on a stack of tires, your red Converse kicking at the dirt and your blue hair damp from the humidity. You look at Rusty and Dusty, the "Low-Spec" uncles who have been the architects of your career since the beginning.

"Hey, guys," you start, your voice barely a Low-Volume whisper. "I asked Cal about retirement... he said the youngsters tell you when it's time. I'm starting to think my system needs a Hard Reset. Maybe it’s time to 'Delete' the 95 and move on."

Rusty and Dusty stop arguing over bumper cream immediately, their Source Code hitting a simultaneous "System Shock". They look at your sixteen-year-old face—your neutral-olive skin still free of the "Legacy" wrinkles the other racers have—and they nearly choke on their medicated tea.

"A Hard Reset? Kid, have you hit a Critical Error in your logic?" Dusty shouts at High-Volume. "You're sixteen! You're younger than the 'Next-Gen' racers who are just now rendering their first laps!"

"He's right, Lightning," Rusty adds, his voice reaching a Substantial level of protective concern. "The youngsters can't tell you anything because you are the youngster! You aren't a 'Legacy' file being phased out; you're the 120fps update the world hasn't even figured out how to run yet."

They hover around you, their "Uncle" instincts overriding everything else. "You aren't retiring," Rusty says firmly, performing a Monumental block on your exit strategy. "We aren't 'Deleting' your career when the Source Code is just getting started. Now, put your helmet back on. You’ve got more 120fps frames to render."