She was wearing a standard Microsoft polo—navy blue, embroidered with the four-paned window logo. But her eyes were wrong. They had no pupils. Instead, each iris displayed a live feed: one showed a first-person shooter lobby, full of spinning player cards and mute icons; the other showed an Excel spreadsheet, columns labeled Latency , Packet Loss , Reason for Ban .
And the real game began.
“No,” he said. “I want to see the queue.” ms-gamingoverlay link
“Accept.”
His finger twitched.