He Liked It?
I traveled back in time to let Karl play.
The most impressive part of that adventure, for me, was what he said.
He sat on a couch resting his chin on his fist, which was stained red because he had begun painting his new house’s white picket fence.
As I lay in wait, my heart bumped faster than the beats coming out of a techno DJ’s speakers.
He burned holes in the TV with his eyes and stroked his long beard, before delivering his verdict:
“This so-called video game shall one day be the second greatest opiate of the people.”
That was all I needed to hear; I was already on my way out once the last spittle flew out of his mouth.
I traveled back to the present faster than a Stalinist-era judge would deliver his show trial verdict.
What do I make of the prediction?
On the one hand, I was pleased my game would relax people and sell out.
On the other hand, I wasn’t too keen on brainwashing the masses…
Time would tell, I thought.
Oh, damn, I left the game with him!