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a planetarium. We enjoyed the atmosphere in<br />
silence for a few hours. When she was damp in<br />
a bathrobe after a shower (the shower room was<br />
separated from the bed by a two-way mirror<br />
that favored the bed-bound), she kissed me on<br />
the top of the head and said, “Happy birthday.”<br />
We sat in the Japanese-style living room,<br />
her looking over travel brochures to food tours<br />
of Taiwan, me cracking my chopsticks unluckily<br />
- I left a few splinters - grumbling, and sip-<br />
ping some Coke. She turned on the television,<br />
and they were talking about a little boy whose<br />
stepfather had buried him up to the neck in<br />
a garbage heap as punishment for not doing<br />
his homework. I studied the television with a<br />
dropped jaw for a moment.<br />
It was a Sharp/Nintendo Hotel Model.<br />
Forged in 1994 by geniuses crafty enough to<br />
somehow fit true stereo sound into a television<br />
with one speaker on the left side of its casing. In<br />
the back, next to RF and A/V inputs, were two<br />
Super Fami<strong>com</strong> controller ports. In the top of<br />
the television, situated at a forty-five degree an-<br />
gle, was a ridge in the casing and a triumphantly<br />
askew Nintendo Super Fami<strong>com</strong> cartridge slot.<br />
I had lusted after this television for, what,<br />
eight years? Whenever I look one up on Yahoo!<br />
Auctions, it’s on one of those days when I feel<br />
like looking up things on the internet that I’m<br />
not going to be able to buy. The only time I<br />
ever found one for sale was the month after<br />
that birthday, during which I was still homeless,<br />
sipping frozen Fanta Orange at an electric-blue<br />
internet cafe in Shibuya with Marco. It was<br />
70,000 yen. That’s a little steep.<br />
On the night I beheld the television in the<br />
hotel room, right before me, I was giddy for just<br />
a moment. I checked myself. How many times<br />
had I been in a hotel with this woman, only to<br />
discover on the way out that there had been a<br />
PlayStation2 sitting next to the television? One<br />
time I checked the PlayStation2; there were no<br />
controllers or games. The machine was there,<br />
obviously, for the benefit of people carrying<br />
games, or DVDs, and the PlayStation2 control-<br />
lers to operate the machine. Or maybe you<br />
had to ask the people at the front desk if they<br />
had the controllers, or what. I once asked the<br />
proprietor of a hotel - a funny old guy who was<br />
easy to talk to - why there were PS2s in every<br />
room, according to the sign. He shrugged. “All<br />
the other hotels in the area have them.” I asked,<br />
“<strong>Why</strong> do they have them, though?”<br />
“Maybe because they’re better than Xbox?”<br />
He cackled.<br />
That’s a true story.<br />
I opened the drawer beneath the television,<br />
and let out a gasp.<br />
“What are you doing?”<br />
I pulled out two controllers - the Hotel<br />
Model’s controllers have four-meter cords, and<br />
are exceptionally rare. I plugged one of them<br />
in, and rumbled through the selection of raw<br />
cartridges. I found what I was looking for - Su-<br />
per Mario Collection, with the name of the hotel<br />
written across the back label in black permanent<br />
marker. The name of the hotel was in English,<br />
and misspelled.<br />
“Oh my god . . . “ I whispered.<br />
I jammed the game into the top of the<br />
television, and flipped the switch. The Hotel<br />
Model is ingenious enough to automatically<br />
switch the television to the input channel when<br />
you turn on the Super Fami<strong>com</strong> power.<br />
In a minute, I was starting up a new, two-<br />
player quest, and sitting next to the woman with<br />
my legs under the low table. I put one control-<br />
ler atop her magazine. She snorted at it. “You<br />
can play by yourself,” she said. I think it was<br />
the only time I ever made any kind of affection-<br />
ate gesture at her that could be recounted in a<br />
rated-R-or-less movie.<br />
Two hours later, playing deliberately slowly,<br />
it was past one in the morning. I was on World<br />
6. I was transfixed. The sound was up terribly<br />
high. I had to go to the bathroom very badly.<br />
Between stages I sipped the Coke and bided<br />
my time. I play Mario and Luigi. The brothers<br />
marched toward the final world. Mario took on<br />
the tank at the beginning of World 8, dressed<br />
in a Hammer Suit. When had I put him in a<br />
Hammer Suit? I wondered. Oh, that’s right - the<br />
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