The Amazing Joni's
CHAPTER 12: TWELVE

Two days after logging out of the game. Me and Deni decided to play again. Later. Not this morning, not today. But after school, in the afternoon, tomorrow. The real game is not much liked. Of the many latest console enthusiasts, maybe only Deni and I like the game. For us, there is a magical touch of its own from that game.

Rest. The school field was boisterous by the pleasures of the students. They play basketball. I decided to go to the cafeteria. Deni was waiting there.

“Yo.” Deni waved his hand, taking me to sit with him, one table. Two glasses of fresh orange juice are waiting. Looks tantalizing. Fit the hot air.

“How are our plans?” I asked.

“About that game? Of course, Jon. Know it? I sleep four hours each night. My head is full of waiting, impatience. If only I could bring that sword into this world. I showed it in the middle of the field.” Deni grinned, smiling widely.

I wave my hand. Just-there's.

“There's one I'm thinking of, Jon.” Deni said flatly.

I'm looking. Whahuh?

“Did you ever imagine? What if the Worm is undefeated? What if Sem didn't buy that poisoned dart? We're going to lose, Jon.” Deni stopped the concussion temporarily, drinking the orange juice in front of him. Empty one-third of its full content.

I stared at Deni. There's point.

“Power differences. That's what I mean. We can indeed defeat some lower class fighters. But during the fight with the main enemy, we are far behind.” Deni continued to fall.

“Lantas?” I asked briefly.

“What about our enemies in Sabana? Different scene, certainly different power, Jon. If our strength goes in place. We won't be able to show off again.” Again, Deni left half his orange juice. Thirsty.

“You mean we have to upgrade strength?” I understand the meaning of these questions and statements.

“Ya.” Deni answered briefly.

“How?”

Deni shrugged his shoulders. I don't know.

I smiled wryly.

“We can't just create a theory here, Jon. Must practice in the field. The game world feels very different. I think we should shop like Sem.” Deni laughed a little.

“We can ask Sem. Or maybe looking for the lions, doing the same thing as Shem did. That lion can be a source of finance, right?” Deni laughing.

“Lucky it's just a game, Den. If in this world. You'll get caught up in the law for disturbing a protected animal.” I returned the laughter.

“Ah, did you hear about the research that NASA conducted recently?” The orange juice is gone, the glass is empty.

“About that rocket launch?” I asked, ignoring the glass of orange juice that had condensed.

“Not that, Jon. But the new planet is being revealed. NASA found a way to set foot on the planet.” Deni held his chin, there was nothing else he could drink.

I looked up, put on a confused face. How-to? I seem to have missed the news.

“They are modifying the way our country uses portal technology on that game console. Can you imagine? They will use the portal to get to that planet.” Deni ended delivering the news he had just read from the tablet, a moment ago.

“Gosh!” I patted my face. How can this be uninspiring news? News of the new habitable planet has been around for decades. But certainly not a short time to be able to set foot there.

Deni reacts differently. He smiled grinning. Winning in business knows everything.

Bell rings. Time for the final lesson.

The wind caressed his face. The light green curtain fluttered. The room was cool. The cooling technology works well. I lay down on a mattress that was not at all soft, looking at the ceiling of the room. Silent. I could think. What is Sem doing now? Maybe he was hunting a lion.

Honestly, maybe I'm more impatient than Deni. He's talking about power upgrades, lion hunting, shopping. My curiosity exceeds all that. And what I want to see most in that game is the country I'm going to visit next. Sabana State.

Bored. I turned on the HVS paper-thick television in the room. My dad bought things two weeks ago.

Japan boycotts Southeast Asian country. They cut bilateral relations with the game console-making countries that were considered dangerous. In addition to losing rivals, some game console companies in Japan also went bankrupt. Mass GHGs happen everywhere. Workers protest in the streets. Japan will soon be holding a press conference on gaming consoles that they consider dangerous, explaining how dangerous it is to play with one's own body and life. Even if it's just in the game.

I'm not really interested in this news. Business competition over heated game consoles has become commonplace over the last ten years. Japan has always been the most party “don't want to be bothered” by competitor countries, especially Southeast Asian countries. They seem to have mastered any field of technology. Don't want to be evicted, even if it's just a little.

That HVS paper-thick television I turned off. That's not new news. Not attractive. Move towards the window with light green curtains. I stared at the beautiful yellow twilight of the afternoon. The orange sun, the orange clouds, the roof of the orange house, only the city streets were not built from infinity. The flying glider swooped down, then went back up. Swirling. Decorate the ceiling of this sophisticated city.

The sun looks beautiful, slipping on the sidelines of a distant building. Prepare for a break at its lowest point. The dark had already begun to envelop the eastern sky, just before the perfect western light dimmed. The moon fluttered, smiling hanging. The perfect afternoon view. I don't know if I can see something similar in the game.