“This is what it was like,” I’d say, holding out the game. “Oh,” the others would say. They’d recognize the places and the things and the people. They’d recognize BitBook. They’d see themselves in this game. “Yes,” they’d say. “You’re right. We’d forgotten.” ...
drawing my eye from the school work spread out on my desk. I was more than ready for a break and the sunset was providing to be a marvelous distraction. In an instant I was at the window, tearing up the sash and