A crackle came over the CB radio. "You're late, Elias. The cargo won't wait for the sun."
Elias rubbed his eyes, the blue light of the monitor reflecting in his glasses. It was 3:00 AM in a cramped apartment in Berlin. Outside, the real world was silent, but inside the zip file lay thousands of miles of open road, the hum of a diesel engine, and the neon glow of rest stops he’d never visit in person. File: Euro.Truck.Simulator.2.v1.46.1.0s.zip ...
Elias reached for his steering wheel peripheral, but his hands felt heavy. Looking down, he didn't see his own pale skin. He saw weathered, calloused hands gripping a leather-wrapped wheel. The smell of stale coffee and diesel fumes filled his small bedroom—real, pungent, and impossible. A crackle came over the CB radio