Fed up with the "spinning wheel of death," Leo headed to . He expected to just grab the first box with the most antennas, but a Blue Shirt named Sam stopped him.

No more dead zones, no more shouting. Just the quiet hum of a house finally caught up to the modern age.

Leo’s home office was a digital battlefield. Between his 4K video calls and his daughter’s lag-heavy gaming marathons, their old router was basically a white flag of surrender. Every afternoon at 3:00 PM, the Wi-Fi would crawl to a halt, followed by the inevitable shout from across the hall: "Dad, the internet died again!"

"Big house or thick walls?" Sam asked, gesturing to a wall of sleek, spaceship-looking devices.