“You want to go home?” the boy asked. His voice was sweet and hollow.
Then he saw them: other players. Or what used to be players. Their faces were smooth as porcelain, eyes replaced with amber lights just like the consogame’s. They moved in jerky, looping patterns, repeating the same battles over and over. Lost players . Incorporated into the code. consogame
“What happens if we all make it to the tower?” Elias asked one night. “You want to go home