“The file’s corrupt,” said my colleague across the cube partition that separates us, a Berlin Wall that keeps the profanity from getting too out of hand. I heard the frantic clicking and muttering of any computer user with a problem ever.

“My god, man. They announce the open beta, then use BitTorrent to distribute the client, and it doesn’t even work?” I adjusted my imaginary top hat and monocle. “This sounds like a train wreck.”