Pong, The story of the paddles.
Two things that share the strongest feelings anything can ever express.
The feeling of love, it has to be mutual otherwise the love is one-sided.
If the love was one-sided, it wouldn't be love, it would be a fantasy.
This is not a story about a fantasy. This is a story about love.
The strongest love has always been forbidden. You may think this is not true, but alas, it is. For example; If you were to say you loved donuts, that would not be love, it would be a fantasy, since donuts can't love, as they can't breathe therefore have no life. But the strongest kind of love is between two living things that would do anything for each other, even die. This is the strongest love.
The love in this story is between two paddles. Loving each other eternally, begging for unity, hoping to be able to one day be able to show their signs of affection towards the other. They could not reach each other, there was no possible way, one was positive, and the other negative, meaning it was impossible for them to attract.
This did not stop their love, this 'strongest love' was the reason they wanted to break the laws of science, just to be together. Shortly after this, the coin was inserted, and the ball appeared. Both the paddles felt a strange feeling that something, somewhere, perhaps even in another existence, was controlling them. This 'other existence' was making them move up and down and making them hit this 'ball'.
