Recreation Executive, he would have to spend much of his free time
doing field research, keeping abreast of the latest product
developments, examining market trends, and other stuff that
sounded good.
Eager to excel at his new job, Bob spent most of his evenings at
minimarkets around town, checking out the latest video game
machines as well as just hanging around to find out what people
really wanted out of virtual reality. At the moment, he was at the
Megamart on the corner of Pico and Barrington, playing
Assault
Lawyer
against some Mexican guy with a pompadour who seemed to
think that most virtual reality was too culturally biased.
As Bob shot dead undesirable members of stacked jury, Milo
Hernandez ranted behind him, scanning the store nervously as he
spoke. “It’s not like I want to see a game where you go around
dancing salsa or doing the limbo, man. You don’t need virtual reality
for that shit. But most of this stuff is made from a
gringo
point of
view. Well, either that, or it’s space alien stuff, but the thing is,
wouldn’t it be cool if they had real adventures where you could see
what its like to be a rebel somewhere in Central America, fighting to
save your community? Or, maybe you could be some black dude in
South Central, trying to get out of the ‘hood without your homeys
turning on you. Then instead of making up some reality that doesn’t
exist, people could try out some reality that
does
exist, but they’d
never know about or understand unless they played the game. That
way, people would learn from it and understand each other better.
What the fuck are you gonna learn from fighting space aliens? You
know what I’m sayin’?”
Bob knew what the guy was saying. He knew exactly what the guy
was saying. Well, he didn’t know
exactly
what the guy was saying, but
he had a pretty good idea.
He thought: Basically, if you spend your life playing video games
where you kick the shit out of space aliens, then you might learn how
to protect the earth from space aliens, but what good is that? Unless
some space aliens come down and actually try to take over, you’ll
have wasted a lot of time and money and your whole life will amount
to nothing. Not like Bob’s. He was an Executive. But not everyone
could be so fortunate. The guy with the huge hair sure had a point.
Unfortunately, Bob wasn’t sure what it was. And due to a major
disturbance in the Megamart, he wouldn’t have the chance to find out
either.
H O L Y S H I T !
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