

The Quantum Heist


The fluorescent lights of the MIT computer lab hummed their familiar tune as Jake Morrison stared at the lines of code scrolling across his monitor. It was three in the morning on a cold January night in 2025, and the campus was eerily quiet except for the distant hum of servers and the occasional footstep in the hallway. Jake rubbed his bloodshot eyes and took another sip of his fifth cup of coffee, the bitter liquid barely keeping him conscious after eighteen straight hours of programming.