Down the rabbit hole

The Commodore 64 arrived at lunchtime. It’s now wired up to an old CRT monitor, and after some tinkering, I connected it to a re-creation of the ARPANET system you last saw in the movie “War Games”.

I can’t quite describe the feeling of sitting in the dark of the junk room while a glowing, blinking cursor stuttered it’s way across the screen, typing the following question:

Would you like to play a game?

I’m not sure if I’m enthralled, excited, or terrified.

What if it’s not a simulation? What if the WOPR is real?

I wonder if Ally Sheedy will come past in the morning?