Step right into it- a room of retro cuboids with tiny power lights glistening. Faded logos haunt the cardboard packaging, amongst a jumble of dusty plastic crammed onto shelves. Graphics twisting in vectors, swirling, ancient. Cassette tapes clutter almost everywhere. The crazy feeling of loyalty to the ghost of a company, t-shirts gathering, logo text crackling. Eyes flicker, then fixate on the dazzling bolts of pixels. "I used to have one of those", they all say, excited, sating their nostalgia. Arcade machines glowering, whirring, squeezing out a few primary colours. Players gaining high scores, on games they never play anymore. Lights dim, crowded hall merges into darkness, as the Knight Rider theme tune is strum above.
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