The rough grain of my oversized flannel shirt chafes against the silver choker at my neck as I wait in the sticky vinyl seat of the cinema. I can’t help but shout "Cowabunga!" when the trailer for the Super Nintendo flashes across the screen, a digital promise of the pixelated future held within a sleek, grey plastic shell.
The theater air smells of buttery popcorn and salt, a perfect sensory backdrop as the opening credits for *Bird on a Wire* begin to roll. I adjust the heavy weight of my Doc Martens, feeling the solid rubber soles ground me in this shift from the analog past to the looming dawn of cyberspace.
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