He felt alone. Staring at the empty spot where his car had been, Tad Stevens noticed shards of broken glass, dried up bubble gum, and trampled rave flyers. Fresh tread marks graced the dull gravel. Compton was not a safe place to be stranded, 300 miles away from home. Technostate was a huge gathering of partiers, ravers. Tad had come, decked out in a vinyl neon green jacket, baggy jeans, and a black shirt with "Intel Outside" printed on it. Loony Tunes boxers peeked out beneath a yellow plastic belt. The Cat in the Hat would be proud to s ....