Chapter 61: Interface, Integration, and Appreciation
(May 2007 – Pasadena & Brentwood)
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Time Skip: 1.5 Months Later
Jake Harper had entered a new kind of zone.
Since acquiring Netflix six weeks ago, he'd transformed from a tech prodigy to an executive force. FacePhone 2.0 was in beta. SoundStack licensing was nearly done. His Ph.D. defense was just three weeks away.
But something was bugging him.
Really bugging him.
Netflix still looked… ancient.
He sat in his home office in Brentwood, scowling at the browser.
Clunky UI. Static thumbnails. Categories that made no sense. A homepage that screamed "last decade."
"This looks like it was coded by an overworked librarian," he muttered.
He'd had enough.
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Two Hours Later – FaceWorld HQ, Media Integration Wing
Jake entered the bullpen holding a legal pad, every inch of it covered in mockups and arrows.
"Quick meeting," he called out.
Within minutes, half the Netflix integration team gathered near a whiteboard. Callum leaned in the back, already anticipating chaos.
Jake snapped a screen grab of the current Netflix UI onto the main display.
"This? It's dead. Trash it."
He dropped his legal pad on the table.
"We're building a new UI from scratch. Modular layout, dynamic thumbnails, predictive sorting, scrollable categories, responsive design for FacePhone and web."
A junior engineer raised a brow. "Who's designing it?"
Jake smirked. "Me."
Callum sighed. "Of course you are."
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Weekend Code Sprint – Brentwood
Jake cleared his calendar.
Turned off his phone.
He didn't leave his room for three days.
No catered meals. No team check-ins. Just bottles of water, protein bars, and his personal server array humming in the background.
By early Monday morning, the new Netflix interface was finished—clean, fast, and two generations ahead of anything else on the market.
Minimalist black-and-red palette. Hover-to-preview tiles. Personalized streams. Seamless FaceWorld integration.
Jake uploaded the prototype to the internal dev server with one line of text:
> "Welcome to the future." – J.H.
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Monday Afternoon – FaceWorld Hardware Lab
In the sleek R&D room, Jake stood before the hardware team holding a folded sketch.
"A Netflix app isn't enough. I want this service on TVs that don't even know what HDMI is yet."
He unfolded the sketch—a streaming dongle design. Compact. Wireless. HDMI-ready. Simple remote.
One engineer blinked. "You want us to build a... media stick?"
"I want you to build the media stick," Jake said. "Simple enough for a grandma. Fast enough for me."
He placed the sketch on the table and tapped it.
"Call it Project FlickStick for now. I'll write the OS."
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Wednesday Night – Apartment 4A, Pasadena
Jake knocked on the door to Sheldon Cooper's apartment.
It opened exactly three seconds later.
"You're late," Sheldon said flatly.
Jake smiled. "Time is relative."
"Not to dinner," Sheldon replied. "Come in."
Inside, the familiar scent of takeout filled the air. Chinese boxes were already on the coffee table. Howard Wolowitz looked up from the couch. "Hey, it's the mogul!"
Jake handed him a sealed envelope.
Howard opened it—and froze.
"…Two hundred grand?" he whispered.
"For the original FacePhone prototype," Jake said. "You never asked. But I don't forget people who help me."
Howard stood up, stunned. "Jake, that's… that's insane."
From the hallway, Leonard Hofstadter stepped into view, soda in hand. "Whoa. You're Jake Harper?"
Jake nodded. "And you're Leonard."
"And I'm officially underdressed."
A voice from behind him said, "So you're the one who read my paper on stellar signal drift?"
Raj stepped forward, cautious but curious.
Jake smiled. "It was brilliant. You just buried the headline."
They exchanged handshakes. For a moment, Jake just stood there, surrounded by four of the most brilliant nerds in Southern California.
It felt… right.
Sheldon pulled out a chair. "You're staying for dinner."
Jake looked at the table, the food, and the weird energy of it all.
"Only if I get the last egg roll."
(May 2007 – Brentwood & Pasadena)
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Thursday – FaceWorld Hardware Lab – 6:48 p.m.
The prototype sat on the steel testing table: matte black casing, HDMI port on one end, FaceWorld insignia laser-etched on the surface.
FlickStick.
It was sleek, compact, and functional—but it was Jake's software that made it come alive.
The OS was a stripped-down media framework Jake had written in three nights. Minimal boot time. Built-in FaceWorld login. Netflix, YouTube, and SoundStack pre-installed. No ads. No fluff.
He connected it to the test monitor. The logo pulsed once, and the menu snapped into place.
Jake smiled faintly. "It's alive."
The engineers clapped. One of them said quietly, "He just redefined TV."
Callum stood behind him with a coffee, watching. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like a corpse that knows Java."
Jake turned. "Flattering."
"You should sleep. Or eat."
Jake shrugged. "I'll sleep after the defense."
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Friday – Caltech – Theoretical Physics Lounge
Sheldon sat at the whiteboard while Jake paced in front of a projection screen, tweaking the final draft of his defense slides.
"I have graphs on decentralized architecture in quantum systems, the real-time routing model, and the replication delay improvements—"
"You're underexplaining the quantum component," Sheldon interrupted. "It reads like an undergrad with a God complex."
Jake paused. "Should I rework the transitions?"
"You should stop caring about impressing them," Sheldon said. "They've already decided to either worship or hate you. Nothing in that slide deck will change it."
Jake blinked. "You're not wrong."
Sheldon leaned back. "I rarely am."
There was a pause.
Jake asked, "Were you nervous during your defense?"
Sheldon tilted his head. "I was annoyed it didn't last longer."
Jake smiled faintly. "I think I'm the first person who gets what it's like to be you."
"Congratulations. It's exhausting."
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Saturday – Brentwood – 1:11 a.m.
The house was silent.
Jake sat alone in his darkened office, feet pulled up in the chair, a blanket draped around his shoulders. The soft hum of his servers had become white noise.
He stared at the ceiling.
Everything was moving. Fast. Always fast.
Netflix was rebooting. The FlickStick was days from internal launch. His name was showing up in business journals and political talking points.
And he was thirteen.
He missed Haley.
He missed quiet.
He missed not having to be right all the time.
Jake opened a private notepad file on his encrypted drive. No one else had access.
> Journal Entry — May 12, 2007
I don't know who I am without the next project. I keep building because if I stop, the silence feels heavier than the work.
But I think I'm proud of what I'm building. Maybe that's enough for now.
Defense in five days.
Let's see what happens.
He closed the file. Shut off the monitor.
And this time, when he climbed into bed, he actually fell asleep.