"Do
what?" Robin asked, typing her initials into the scoreboard.
"Score
so high."
She
glanced over her shoulder, smiled at him, and turned around so she leaned back
against the game. "If I tell you the secret, promise not to tell anyone
else?" Her smile grew wider when Mouse nodded. "Okay. You watch for
the patterns of the program. It's all on computer chips, right?"
"Chips?"
Mouse muttered, lost. "Oh --
yeah -- chips."
"Computer
programs. Once you figure out the pattern, you can predict what's next and
avoid getting zapped." She glanced over her shoulder at her score, and
shrugged. "At least, predict most of the time. Never said I was
perfect."
"Neat.
How long?"
"How
long for what?"
"Figure
the pattern." Mouse wished he had a quarter.
"Three
days, and I still don't have it down pat."
"Three
days? How many quarters?"
"I
cheated. My mother bought the game for me."
"Not
cheating."
"Want
to try?" She smiled at him, dug in her pocket, and came up with a quarter.
"Can
I?" Mouse's face lit up like the game had exploded all over him.
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