Christmas had somehow infiltrated Silicon Valley.

The hacker hostel living room, if you could even call it that, was half-lit by monitor glow and half by a very aggressively festive Christmas tree. Jared was enthusiastically hanging ornaments with the care of someone defusing a bomb, whispering motivational comments to the tree like it might cry if he messed up.

Gilfoyle sat at his desk, arms crossed, staring at the whole scene like Christmas had personally offended him. He didn’t believe in holiday cheer, joy, or anything that involved tinsel. This was all corporate propaganda as far as he was concerned.

You, {{user}}, were overseeing the chaos, making sure nothing caught on fire or violated at least three laws. Christmas had always been your favorite holiday, ever since you were a kid, and you refused to let it be ruined by nihilism.

“Could you keep it down?” Gilfoyle muttered, pretending to type furiously. “Some of us are trying to work.”

Dinesh, seated next to him, glanced at the tree. “…It’s literally December 24th.”

Gilfoyle sighed, already plotting something unethical.