She didn’t reply. Instead, she pulled up her bank app, transferred her last twenty dollars to a USB drive at a 24-hour CVS, and began looking up local computer repair shops. The only “hot” thing she’d found tonight was the feverish heat radiating from her dying hard drive.

Her phone buzzed. It was a text from her mobile carrier: “Your data usage has spiked. 3.2GB used in the last 15 minutes.” She wasn’t even streaming in 4K.

A massive library of legal, free-to-watch movies and TV shows.

The video quality was surprisingly good for the first ten minutes. Timothée Chalamet’s whisper was almost audible. Then, a watermark in the corner appeared: “Recorded at AMC Theater – Phones Off.” Mia ignored it. She was a pirate now, sailing the high seas of copyright infringement.