When I got back to the Computerr Research Lab, my number was up, so I waved the Pluto 2280 game-card – the non-labelled side – at the admin guy and walked deeper in. Straight away there was a problem: some kid was sitting in front of my screen, playing one of those classic half-bit, non-VR games. I checked the ticket. Yup, it was definitely mine. What the fuck was this little trog doing?
‘Hey,’ I barked, waving the ticket above his head.
‘Time’s up. Finished.’
Nothing, no head movement, barely even blinked.
On the screen, there was a beach and a man running up some steps onto a promenade. Behind him, someone yelling, off-screen, then gun-shots. So loud I could hear them through the guy’s headphones. Which I decided to yank off.
‘I said, time’s up, kasu. It’s my turn.’
He looked up, dazed. ‘Five seconds.’
I spent the five seconds looking at his build. He was sitting down, but I could tell he was small. Arms pretty thin…chest covered in an over-sized Critters 6 t-shirt…probably no work put into it.
‘Five seconds gone, kasu. Get off.’
He shook his head and kept playing.
It was probably wrong to start a fight in the computerr lab, but he was pushing me, and he was skinny, and it would be over quick.
‘You deaf? I just told you to get off .’
My hand pushed his bony little paw off the keyboard. He tried to slide it back, but I blocked, cuffing him on the temple as an exclamation mark.
‘It’s not saved, abuzere.’
‘Don’t care. Move.’Continue reading