Nah just kidding, this story isn’t over yet. Because I want to tell you another story. A story of the modern world at its best.
By that I mean Genesis Crush, the greatest game of all-time, the most exhilarating cinematic, interactive, progression-based experience of all-time. As annoying internet forum posters would say, it is a luminary experience.
Well, I tried.
I wanted to call up Chuck and thank him for all his help with the Cybermancer stuff, but it looks like he’s too busy to be answering his phone, as usual. Oh well. I’m sure as sunshine he’ll call back eventually with some limited-time offer for an incomplete collection of 60s Batman comics. He mailed me back my game already, at the very least.
The game known only as Genesis Crush.
I’m in the Atlanta police department headquarters.
Inside of Chief Baranowsky’s office.
This is, once again, not an unfamiliar circumstance.
“I can’t BELIEVE you thought you could just go out on your own,” Chief Baranowsky says as he chews me out. “You were under police protection. We were solving this case. We were about to bring down the entire Cybermancer ring!”
“Dad!” Kobi shouts, running out from behind me and towards his father.
“It’s nothing. I’ve been through worse,” he says, getting back up. “Not least of which is getting trampled by this asshole!”
“Dad, don’t say bad words.”
“No, I’m not a Cybermancer,” I tell Kobi. “I went to this address because your father is trying to kill me and I needed to get away.”
Or maybe he is only trying to seriously injure me? He was unclear on that.
“Oh.” Kobi sets down the VHS copy of Point Break and begins to ponder this. “That’s okay,” he says, finally.
“Wha?” he asks.
“Uhh.” I’m just.. really confused by his reaction here. “You’re okay with this…?”
“My Dad isn’t here,” the boy says. “He’s in town doing business.”
Running was never my strong suit, and I was never a particularly athletic individual. When I first encountered R8PR over a year ago, I was changed, enhanced from my original body permanently. I gained extraordinary strength, accelerated healing, quick reflexes, and a tenacious attitude. But one thing I did not gain was stronger lungs.
I really wish I had better endurance when it comes to sprinting.
The fresh air…
The frosted-tip haircuts…
The tacky bright-blue windbreakers…
Oh, Atlanta in the middle of the day is so much more beautiful when you’ve been cooped up in hiding for half a week.
I like the tacky skyscraper built like a fake Eiffel Tower.
I like that guy over there peeing in the alleyway.
I like to be alive.
Okay, I’m done. Back to being ambivalent about (but secretly admiring of) Atlanta as a city.
Ah, man, I was knocked out again, wasn’t I?