Howard walked in the electronic arcade like he was descending into digital Hell. The dim lighting was nothing like the bright arcades of his early manhood. This was an abandonment into the imaginations of the programmers of Hades. All around him, women voices screamed in horror as their electronic heroes were gutted by the eternally sharp blades of their digital foes. Grim-faced children fed quarter after quarter into the slots of the purveyors of computerized violence and subjectivized smut. Winning wasn’t merely important there, it was the only thing! The vacant faces of the compulsive players told the story to Howard. These children weren’t merely enthralled, they were addicted! The arcade was rank with the smell of unflushed feces and soured urine. From the distracted looks on the children’s faces it was easy see why. No one he saw looked like they had the slightest intention of letting themselves be diverted from their games by anything, including physical needs.

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