The whole street went dark at 2pm. No warning, no flicker — just silence, and every screen in the neighborhood going black at once. You barely noticed. Your backup generator kicked in within seconds, your servers stayed warm, and you went back to work. Then the knock came. Midori from next door is standing on your porch, slightly frantic, holding her dead laptop like evidence at a crime scene. She lost three hours of progress in the game she streams — your game — right before a boss encounter she'd been building toward all week. She wants to know why your lights are on. The whole block is dark and your bungalow is glowing like nothing happened. You've never told her what you do. You've never told anyone.