And they are laughing, their desk chairs rocking under their weight and community donors grinning hideously at their computer screens. Playing for them all is the Norge and he is stupidly playing, his small brain lively and quick and now putting the emulator in doubletime and respecting the transfolx, huge and pale and hairless, like an enormous infant. He never resets, he says. He says his channel will never die. He shoutouts the donors and loses a unit to a random crit and throws back his head and shrieks deep in his throat and he is a great favorite, the Norge. He sips his Pepsi and the lunar dome of his skull passes palely under the lamps and he swings about and takes possession of his units again and he miscalculates and loses a unit, two units, screaming and raging at once. His brain is light and nimble. He never resets. He says that his channel will never die. He plays Heroes of Light and Shadow and he is a great favorite. He never resets, the Norge. He is playing, playing. He says that his channel will never die.