Leo's hand paused over the mouse. The bots were still fighting. A Blue jeep rolled past, its gunner hosing down a Red sniper on a cliff. One bot T-posed for a second, then snapped back into its idle animation.

Leo leaned forward. The bot raised its right arm and waved. Not the janky, pre-set victory wave of the game. A slow, deliberate, human wave. The kind you give when you recognize someone in a crowd.