A brother and sister nestle into the
polyurethane comfort of neon beanbags.
After short yet heated debate each clasps
a hard plastic box umbilically attached
to a Nintendo, the latest progeny of video
game birthed by Higinbotham of the Brook-
haven National Nuclear Research Labor-
atory, Los Alamos, The Manhatten Project.
The chromatic allure (particularly the
red) coupled with wide ranging treble
to base promised hours of amusement. A
perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon
after a quick meal of Lunchables, while
an illegal alien did the laundry and
mommy met with friends to drink lunch
and daddy waited for his weekend turn.
There would be no arguement over who
got to be the bad guy in the newest game
Mortal Kombat, for the roles ambiguous,
their choices, Kano and Sonya Blade had
only the decision to punch the vanquished
head off, rip out spine or heart, to char
the body, explode the head with the little
yellow button before the Simpsons came on
and the stupid foreigner made them go
to bed and nightmares of hands that not
only got dirty but wouldn't come clean.
"Happy people have no history" - French Proverb