Who.
Would.
Have.
Thought.
Pixelized cherries are fucking to die for.
Wait. What is that at the end of the hall…
It’s getting bigger.
Wait. Is that a red ghost?
Fuuucckkkk! I’m in Pac man.
I looked up because looking and orienting my body up, apparently, I double checked, yup, down, left, and right seem to be the only things she can do.
Upon looking up I saw a pink bow.
Oh! I guess Ms. Pacman then…
I soon realized, I wasn’t safe, a ghost popped up behind me and was fast approaching. It was red and growing bigger by the millisecond.
And…
I take it back, these cherries are not worth dying for.
I guess I should move…
I turned around and pixel by pixel I move as fast as the code will let me in the opposite direction to which the ghost was rapidly arriving.
Can’t this body go any faster?, I think as I munch on the 24 yellow pixels constructing a dot, these were so bland, tasted like chalkboard, and I was forced to eat them, they were nowhere near as appealing as the cherries were.
If felt bad for Mr and Ms. Pac-man being trapped in this game, but my life was on the line.
What looked like a line grew larger and larger in-front of me as I moved closer to it.
Uhhhh, what the fuck is going on. I thought.
Before I knew it, the line extend into what I could only calculate to be infinity in both directions. But I couldn’t move and there was no color in front of me.
Right as I pieced together that I had hit a wall my reboot finished and I was back in Jons office. I adjusted my cameras on to Jons bed and saw he’s was still asleep as I processed the enjoyment of 3 dimensions again.
…and time, I had not clock in there, each minute felt like an eternity, especially when you’re usually plugged into one of the most accurate clocks ever created 24/7/365...
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