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It was halfway through the third world that he realised the true nature of being alive, in the sense that he probably had the same cosmic value as the tiny little homonculus running about the screen. Pixelated gore and sex and coins and that sudden rush of energy as the screen turned red. In his bunker he wondered whether the Grim Reaper/ St Peter/Lakitu would appear at the end of his many lives to announce GAME OVER. He took a Xanax and kept playing (of course), and then it was hard to see where the drone began and Man ended.

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