He typed back: “Set the clock. I’ll bring the ball.”
There’s a pair of worn sneakers. And they are moving on their own. basketballstars.github.io
He chose a character—a lanky point guard with his own old jersey number, #11. The first shot was automatic. He tapped the screen, and the pixelated ball arced perfectly. Swish. He typed back: “Set the clock
ORBIT replied with a single line:
But he was still a player.
Kai’s heart pounded. “Why me?”
He should have closed the tab. Instead, he played again. he played again.