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Walking slowly through the arcade, senses are overcome with light and sound The paint begins to fade while across the screens classic games abound Bleeps and blips fill the air mixing with the babble of conversation, while neon signs and arcade screens flare that nearly cause a blindness sensation Waking from the dream, I walk down the hall to my living room where I see the power button gleam Touching the button, the screen comes to life Almost as though it could be touched, The scene in the game pushes outward from the screen while being controlled by a wave of a hand I wonder if any of this was foreseen
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