((better)) | Consogame

“Yes.”

The ball slowed. The boy frowned.

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

The boy’s smile never reached his eyes. “No. I didn’t.” “Yes