But the engine note was wrong. It wasn't the guttural scream of a twin-turbo V12. It was a low, rhythmic hum—like a server farm. The skybox flickered, revealing lines of hexadecimal rain. The tarmac shimmered, then dissolved into a grid of green code.
“Please insert the correct CD-ROM and restart the application.”
Leo grinned. He selected the Pagani Zonda R, the track: Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps. The countdown began. 3… 2… 1…
Beside him, in the passenger seat, sat a digital ghost. It wore his face, but its eyes were two small error icons.