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It's just data, layers of interpretation. I remember landlines and car phones and the NES but never played it much. My dad and his brother bought one at the mall and played Contra for hours. Crushed tones, sounds of explosions, firing guns. Left shoot, right jump. The violence was lost on me but not my mom. Just bits of pixels, little sprites. Up up down down left right left right B A. There was the GameShark but we lived in the middle of the country and I'd never seen the ocean. It took me a long time to understand that a Contra didn't refer to the game. And now you can play Contra on anything. The computer in your pocket. All how you look at it. Always about how you look at it, the presentation, encoding, the function. We seek out how many nostalgias. Our thinking now versus then. The same moves, same buttons and keys. Left shoot, right jump. Small change and we go around again.