Disclaimer: Pong is the property of Atari, and any other computer games I choose to mention are the property of other people, who I will add as I go along. I do not own Mortal Kombat II. I do not own Sega. I do not own Tetris. I do not own Nintendo. I do not own Bomberman. I do not own Super Mario Land. I do not own Donkey Kong.
Chapter 0
You, the people of the OutScreen; you, whose systems of communication are constructed of words and not of numbers, waves and beeps; you, who become joyous, angered, and occasionally sad because of our people, the people of the Screen, (or, Screeners,) have a word that I cannot comprehend the meaning of. The word is 'forget'. I, a Screener, an invention of you, the people of the OutScreen, have been programmed never to forget. Other Screeners have told me of an unnatural process called a 'memory dump', and there is a recurrent debate over a process of rebirth called the 'recycle bin'. Yet I have never been dumped or recycled, and possess what many of you would call the memory of an elephant. Having once been a component of an elephant who was recycled, I should say that your views on such things are more than a little inaccurate.
The point of this is that I have a perfect memory. It would be possible for me to tell you my entire life had I enough time to transcribe it. However, I have no intention of doing this. My intention, rather, is to tell you the story of my unique life as a Screener, to enlighten you, the people of the OutScreen, as to the world that you constantly view, but never seem to understand. I have read many of your books, and am greatly interested in you; an interest that many of the Screener's would look down upon; but I want you to understand my world and I, as much as you do your world and you.
With this in mind, I begin.