Coach called out thirtyseconds and started to count down out loud. As she called ten seconds, Imanaged to steal it for a break away. I weaved in and o...ut between theother players and got to half court as she started counting down fromfive. I was already in a run when I got there and launched into a longand high jump as she counted. "Four... three... two..." I was at the netand reached out towards the rim... "One!" I put the ball through the hoopas coach Harding called out "Time! Game over!"I. " Bert smiled weirdly. "That'swhy I'm checking it." Let me," Sam pleaded. "I love games." "Whatever you say." Bert stepped back and went over to the television. As\he changed it from Sam's movie to the ball game, he stared at the glow ofthe screen. As he moved his computer character over the screen, Sam'spolished fingers moved feverishly to keep the main character alive andsafe from its enemies. His eyes seem to see everything and his fingersmoved like they had a mind of their own.As Sam sat. The most recent update to this story was a downer but much expected. The main character was not careful to cover his tracks and finally got caught. All his toys were deprogrammed, and he ended up running from the cops. This was not an unusual ending to one of these stories… well it wasn’t until the author made another short forum post.“I managed to grab the bike and hide it,” the post read. “I can’t get caught with it. Maybe one of you can carry on with it… be more careful than I did. I’m not. As she sat, I looked her over. I had never really studied her much before. I had known she was rather short, albeit taller than me. Looking a little closer this time, I pegged her for an even five feet, with mousy brown hair and a medium complexion. She seemed to be around my age, maybe slightly older.I swallowed my food and held out my hand. “John.”She took the hand with a smile. “Diana.”After letting her eat a few bites, I began with the standard questions, and she responded in kind. She told.