A Strange Red Ball

I walked up to the dark glass screen above the shelf. A small black dock held a glowing tablet beside two colorful detachable handles. You mentioned playing that game. I stepped closer, prodding the rubber analog stick with the tip of my blade's scabbard until the TV flashed to life. A grassy digital field flickered across the screen. A strange little creature stood waiting inside tall virtual weeds, chirping in rhythmic bursts. I stood firm and tapped a round button with my knuckle. A red-and-white sphere tossed forward, wobbled once on the turf, and clicked shut. Quiet work. Efficient.