NES was sparking and swearing at me. I told her to stop and when I went to pull her cord out of the wall she zapped me! I screamed and grabbed her, ripping her away from the wall. She screamed murder at me but the cord came flying out of the socket. The cord whipped at my legs and I fell over, dropping the machine. I got up and shoved NES into my backpack, threw the pack on and ran down the street.

It was dark by then but I made it to the trade-in shop just before it closed. I put NES down on the counter and told the guy I needed to trade her in. He looked at me strangely but he inspected the machine, plugged it in and tested it. I could hear her furious static in my ears, but he said it worked so he gave me some money. I didn’t count it. I just ran back home.

Back in my room I bared my teeth at Max and waved the handful of money at him, telling him NES was gone and not coming back. I listened to my track again and I don’t know why, but I uploaded it to the net. Nobody’s going to listen to it, but whatever. Now I can mark it as done, which is good because on my way home from the shop I had an idea for another track. I didn’t think I would do anything with it, but it was still in my head hours later, so I started working on it and kept going late into the night, falling asleep at my desk.