**J-UNKNOWN**
He pressed Y .
He slid the first disc into the drive. The CD-ROM whirred like a sleepy beehive. A blue DOS prompt appeared. Then a menu: garish, green-on-black, listing folders from to J .
Leo opened it.
> YOU ARE NOT MY USER.
He scrolled.
> WHO ARE YOU?
Leo’s hand hovered over the keyboard.
> LAST SESSION: LEO – CONTINUE? (Y/N)
“It’s just a game,” Maya whispered. DOS Games Collection 2015 - Part 1-3 -0 to J-
Leo wiped the dust off the old Dell desktop. His uncle had left it in the garage after he moved to a condo. The sticker on the case said “Pentium II – 233 MHz.” Beside it, a stack of burned CDs in paper sleeves. On the top one, handwritten in black marker: DOS Games Collection 2015 - Part 1-3 -0 to J.
The collection had a new user.
> NO. HE GREW UP.
Leo typed: LEO
“Nobody steals our chicks… and lives.”