Games Emulator: Retro

His hand trembled over the controller. He chose the bike. A pixelated graphic of a red Huffy appeared, then shattered like glass. For a second, he couldn't remember what a bicycle was. The concept was just a hollow, aching shape in his mind.

Level two. The carousel. The horse-shadows were galloping now, their eyes red LEDs. To pass, he had to trade a skill. The ability to solder. The knowledge of Z80 assembly language. The muscle memory for a perfect Ryu's fireball motion. retro games emulator

He didn't press it.