A Flick of the Switch

I leaned my weight against the small, ribbed power slider on the front of the console. With a solid mechanical clack, the switch slid forward, and a tiny red light flared to life right beneath my gloved hands. The curved glass of the old television hummed softly, washing the console in a pale, familiar glow. Everything is ready now, buzzing with the gentle warmth of an old classic waiting to be played.