Then he saw the reflection.
The Reflection in the Loading Bar
He walked toward Sweet’s house. Instead of the clunky PS2 dialogue box, a sleek phone icon pulsed in the corner of his eye. It was a parody of iFruit. He opened it. Then he saw the reflection
Marco’s screen flickered. The familiar, sun-bleached streets of Los Santos in 1992 dissolved into a swirling, digital haze. He had just dragged the files from into his directory: “GTA5_HUD_LOADER_FINAL.zip.” Then he saw the reflection