Chapter 71
Sam Boyd seemed to have vanished again and without his dour, suffocating presence Tom was able to indulge himself. A few days previously he’d come across an old H-Game, tucked quietly within some recursive code he’d been studying.
He played the game for fifteen hours straight, inhabiting an imaginary world of ten foot heroes, massive, destructive beasts and an assortment of weapons. There was not a lot to it really, and after a while he realised he was just playing for the sake of playing but - feeling rebellious against the strict discipline enforced by his father - he kept going.
Eventually, with all monsters slain, Tom, with his eyes too tired to sleep, wandered out of the apartment in search of coffee. A street vendor supplied him with a mug and a low bench - probably rip
