Chapter 23 – Back to Base
Jake barely slept Sunday night—not that he wanted to.
FaceWorld had exploded.
What started as a few dozen users from his bulk email had turned into a tidal wave. By the early hours of Monday morning, the user count had passed 2,000. People weren't just signing up—they were sharing it. Dorm rooms, computer labs, tech forums—his site was bouncing across screens like wildfire.
By 5 a.m., Jake had added a user post feed, fixed a file size bug, and updated the design to make profile pages load twice as fast.
The admin dashboard kept ticking.
2,487… 2,508… 2,550.
Every refresh showed a jump.
Charlie wandered into the living room around 6 a.m., shirtless and rubbing his eyes. "Have you been up all night?"
Jake, eyes locked on the screen, said, "Don't worry. I'm pacing myself."
Charlie stared at the user count. "That says two thousand. Right?"
"Almost three," Jake said. "By the time Mom picks me up, it might hit four."
Charlie whistled. "I was hoping for a return on investment. I didn't know I bought stock in the internet."
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Later That Morning – Sherman Oaks
Judith's car pulled into the driveway just after 8 a.m. sharp. Jake packed his notebook, a backup drive, and a printed list of priority bugs he planned to tackle from home. When she honked, he looked back at the computer screen one last time.
3,992 users.
He smiled.
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At Home
The moment they stepped into the house, Jake dropped his bag and made a beeline for the living room computer. Judith followed, a little dazed.
"Did you sleep at all?" she asked.
"Define sleep," Jake said, already powering on the monitor.
Judith raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said this thing was just starting."
Jake opened the dashboard and pointed. "It was. Now it's catching fire."
4,102 users.
Judith leaned in and stared. "Is that real?"
Jake nodded. "That's people. Real people. Joining, posting, messaging. Every feature I built is being used."
She folded her arms. "And you're just... running this from my living room?"
Jake grinned. "Pretty cool, right?"
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Later That Day
Jake claimed the corner of the living room like a general setting up a war room. Cables. Paper notes. His whiteboard from Charlie's house. He wrote down new features, questions users were asking, and bugs to address.
He refreshed the dashboard.
4,507.
He sent out a message:
> From Jake:
Welcome to all the new users!
We're just getting started. More features on the way—photo tagging, messaging updates, and profile walls.
Keep sharing. This only works because of you.
Judith stood in the doorway, sipping her second cup of coffee.
"You're really doing this, aren't you?"
Jake smiled. "Yep. One server, one genius, one living room."