Neighbors clucked and shrugged. “People will say anything,” they told us. But on rainy nights I would catch the baby watching the game console with the same intensity my mother once had. It looked at the pixels like kin. When I turned the console off, it squirmed and made a sound like a saved game being deleted.
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And sometimes, late at night, when the house is quiet and the console glows like a distant aurora, I hear the baby laugh—an impossible, pixelated giggle—and I wonder which of us is the backup, and which of us is the corrupted file that still holds a beautiful, unreadable program. Neighbors clucked and shrugged