Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.

She was crouched over an open laptop, her scowl lit up by the screen as she stabbed cmd+R repeatedly. The browser blinked frantically as it reloaded the same white text area on the same light blue background over and over and over again.

"It's past midnight in the U.S.," she muttered. "Why hasn't the prompt been updated yet?"

She scrolled down the rest of the page, cmd-clicking every link until the Twitter page popped up.

"GODDAMMIT," she cried, 'THEY'RE ON THE WEST COAST."