Bing! Bing! Bingbingbing! Number 2 waited with his heart playing a cha-cha in his chest. His hands gripped the wheel, that useless wheel, the one they added for show in the Globe Car, and no one in Big Hit ever dared to ask. Bing! Bing! Bing! Bingbingbingbing! He could hear Number 1 racking up the points. Blast! He’s probably talk about nothing else at the bar afterward. Number 1. First in his class, of course. Number 1 in the 357 th Game Generation since their world had began. How could a lowly 2 ever hope to match up? And Number 2 had come from a long line of 2’s. Every ancestor had come second. Had been chosen second to go into the globe car, grip the wheel, then go soaring into The Game when you least expected it. There had been training, oh yes, but never really enough for a 2… Bingbingbingbing! Thwack! Thwack! Bingbing! Thwack! The great thunder of the Paddle Buttons only added to the cacophony. Well, he’d give it his best. Even as ...
Comments
Post a Comment