Democrates approaches the Wipeout videogame console, his eyes scanning for any latent messages that might have been left behind. He peers around the sides and the back of the console where shadows dance to the rhythm of flickering neon. As he inspects the machine, he finds the wear and tear one would expect from such a popular game, but there's also something else – a series of small scratches near the base that seem deliberate, almost like a coded message or a tag left by someone in the know. Whatever their intention, the marks are cryptic, and there's no obvious meaning to them at first glance.

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zeb leans against a nearby arcade machine, frosty slurpee in hand, eyes tracking Crash Override's swift maneuvers in the game of Wipeout. The pulsating neon lights reflect off the glossy surfaces of the arcade cabinet as Crash executes a near-perfect lap, the techno music from the game synchronizing with the nightclub's own beats. Zeb studies Crash's technique carefully, noting the precision and timing of each turn and the judicious use of the craft's acceleration.

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Roger Wilco walks up to the Wipeout console, where Crash Override is playing. "Hey Crash, mind if I give it a try?" Roger asks with a confident grin. Crash looks up at Roger with a smirk and hands over the console. After a few tense moments of gameplay, Roger manages to beat Crash's high score. Crash nods in impressed silence before pulling out a minidisc player from his collection and hands it to Roger. "Nice job, you earned it," he says with a grin.

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