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best part of the convention to me.”
    â€œAre you talking about those futuristic hand dryers in the bathrooms? They seemed pretty hard to move,” said Biggs. He was leaning on the ship’s railing as helooked toward the setting sun.
    â€œI think he means us, dude,” said Neil. “And thanks. That Shark Hunt game was fun. Why don’t you have it on the site yet?”
    â€œI didn’t know it existed until a couple days ago,” Reboot said. “A copy showed up unannounced. I played it once and was hooked—let the creator know I’d save the convention space if they wanted to debut the game.”
    â€œWho’s the creator?” asked Neil.
    â€œNot too sure. I’ve found in this business some things need to be kept secret, Neil,” said Reboot. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head. “But if you guys are interested in stuff like that, want to see the server room?”
    â€œYou bet we do,” said Neil.
    You bet we do? You’re hanging out with the most wanted hacker in the world, you’re not allowed to talk like your goofy uncle. Get it together, Neil Andertol.
    Neil, Sam, and Biggs followed Reboot Robiskie inside, past the fancy kitchen. They reached a large white door, and Reboot tapped in a lengthy code. The door clicked open.
    They entered a small room inside the nose of the ship. A wall of gigantic television screens displayed streamingvideos from gamers currently in battle. In the corner of each TV was the country and time zone of the game’s origin. From a black metal tower in the corner, the site’s server hummed.
    Neil watched kids in India face off in a level of Chameleon. Below that was a tournament-style game of Feather Duster 2. He looked a few screens over to see someone playing Riley’s favorite, Horse Jump 3. Neil felt a bit guilty.
    Riley should be here to see this.
    â€œAnd you control all these games?” asked Biggs.
    â€œNot control, really,” Reboot said. “But they’re all hosted from the boat. I want everyone to have a place to be free to post what he or she wants,” said Reboot.
    â€œI wish my friends could see this,” Neil said. “Do your friends get to hang out and play with you?”
    Reboot paused and took a second to finish his last gulp of smoothie.
    â€œBelieve it or not, it’s hard to have friends when you live on a boat,” Reboot said. Sam gave Reboot a pat on the shoulder.
    â€œHey, guys . . . not to get sidetracked, but are you hungry?” asked Biggs, his stomach gurgling with hunger.“We missed all the concession stands while playing that shark game.”
    â€œMegalodon,” Sam corrected.
    â€œYeah, and what exactly is that?” said Biggs. “In front of the creator, I was playing it cool, but I still feel like ‘megalodon’ is a type of haircut.”
    â€œMegalodons were almost like huge dinosaurs of the sea and lived about ten million years ago. Think sharks but ten times bigger. Apex predators,” said Reboot. “They ruled the seas during an age far more dangerous than our own.”
    â€œRighteous,” said Biggs.
    â€œBut to answer your food question, we can make whatever you want,” Reboot said.
    â€œOur weight in mozzarella sticks?” asked Biggs.
    â€œHmm. That’s a new one,” said Reboot, rubbing his chin. “How about pizza? What kind do you like?”
    â€œPineapple!” the three said in unison, remembering their favorite pie from Penny’s Island Pizza .
    â€œWell, pineapple it is,” said Reboot. “Let’s party.”
    He wandered out to the fancy kitchen and opened a freezer full of frozen pies. He unwrapped two huge pizzas as Wifi sliced up a fresh pineapple. The rest of the fridgescontained an endless supply of energy drinks, juices, travel yogurts, and sodas from around the world. Their labels were in Arabic, Japanese, and Russian. Neil understood that