The blue light rapidly pulsating above the red digital score shows that human life once existed down here. The score reads 80,000. It’s a high score; however, the champion is no longer in sight.
Nobody is.
The room is as desolate as the desert in the middle of summer.
It is as quiet as a mouse; a stark contrast to the normal screams of victory and groans of defeat that resonate throughout the room.
The destitute chairs and benches rest there longing to be sat on. It’s as if they want to scream, “Somebody! Anybody! Sit on me!”
The surrounding games are going insane. “What do we do when nobody needs our entertainment?” they ask themselves. They repeat their generic demo screens over and over in hopes of attracting potential gamers. It is all to no avail.
Deserted. Discarded. Dumped.
The arcade is alone. The gamers have abandoned it and all its inhabitants. All they can do is sit around anxiously awaiting the return of gamers. Without them the arcade has nothing.
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