The year is 2023. The sea level has risen another 5000 feet, and Budster is attempting to convince Pamela to RIIR the live editor with a custom JS engine that bars the window object once and for all. \“The computing platform gets about five hits a day, there’s no point to this\” Pamela argues. Budster’s dingo eyes widen. \“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment? Do you know how long I’ve looked at those six-year-olds who thought they were so cool by returning this in IIFE and growled in my mind? Do you know what it’s like to be hanging on a thin string connected to sheer glory while dangling over the chasm of death? Do you-\”. Before Budster can finish his monologue, a little notification sounds on his mobile phone. It’s an email from KA. The CS platform has been shut down, as College Board decided it was no longer necessary.