The little video game sat alone on the mahogany shelf. The weight of its own existence felt like a boulder slung across it’s top corners. The weight was multiplied because it never thought to leave its place on the shelf and wonder forwards — until now.
It stumbled during its first few steps as it wandered around the store, staring wide-eyed at the other games. It saw row after row of different genres, such as action, adventure, RPGs and more. It stared at others hoping they could help it better understand itself, for it couldn’t yet read the writing on its own cover that told it who it was. It could only make out a few fragments when it glanced inward.
The other games saw the little game wandering around and approached it. They could sense that it was ruminating on existence as they started to speak.
“Look, friend, you already know who you are. But allow us to make things clear.”
They spun the little video game around and placed it in front of a mirror.
“I see it all now. I know who I am,” it said.
“Where do you see yourself going from here?”, the other games asked.
“Why, I see myself staying here with all of you. This is where I belong.”
Video Games Nebula 