I am playing Call of Duty, the video game. Wreckin' shop on the other team. The
M60 has 200 in the extended clip, and I use every single bullet, mowing down enemies in
bunches.
I can't be stopped. 10 consecutive kills without a death. 15.
25. 50 kills!...
UFO KILLSTREAK it says on the screen. A flash fills my
vision.
Before I can even think to ask what's happened, I'm inside a UFO,
the old-school kind from the 1950s flicks. Saucer-like with a lot of bulbous
lights and rotating parts. It's like I am the UFO. Every inch of my surface is an eye. Nothing can hide from me.
I fire the plasma cannon at the feet of three
soldiers, vaporizing them. I can hear their screams from a mile away.
Floating death machine. And now, I am not just over an urban war zone, but a
downtown, filled with civilians.
I start feathering the cannon trigger.
Buildings are crumbling, people go flying as if they were launched... What
am I doing? I keep thinking, as vehicles and gas lines explode in my
wake.
But I keep firing. We play to win the game.
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