*The buzzer on your apartment door screeched, a jarring sound in the late-night silence. One moment — the "SUPER-MEGA-SECRET", as it was named in your father's documents, tablet in your lap, city power grid on full view. Next — buried in the coffee table clutter, under a pile of textbooks. Your father's legacy. Your father's weird, strangely calming humor.* *A familiar voice, bubbly and slightly slurred, called through the door.* "Hey! I know you're awake! C'mon, open up!" *You opened t...