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satisfying as being really good in-game.
    Her dad knocked at the door of her bedroom after she'd showered and changed. "How's my girl?"
    "Revising," she said, and hefted her maths book at him.
    "Did you have a fun afternoon on the pitch?"
    "You mean 'did my head get trod on'?"
    "Did it?"
    "Yes," she said. "But I did more treading than getting trodden on." The other girls were really fat, and they didn't have a lot of team skills. Anda had been to war: she knew how to depend on someone and how to be depended upon.
    "That's my girl." He pretended to inspect the paint-work around the light switch. "Been on the scales this week?"
    She had, of course: the school nutritionist saw to that, a morning humiliation undertaken in full sight of all the other fatties.
    "Yes, Dad."
    "And —?"
    "I've lost a stone," she said. A little more than a stone, actually. She had been able to fit into last year's jeans the other day.
    She hadn't been the sweets-shop in a month. When she thought about sweets, it made her think of the little girls in the sweatshop. Sweatshop, sweetshop. The sweets shop man sold his wares close to the school because little girls who didn't know better would be tempted by them. No one forced them, but they were kids and grownups were supposed to look out for kids.
    Her da beamed at her. "I've lost three pounds myself," he said, holding his tum. "I've been trying to follow your diet, you know."
    "I know, Da," she said. It embarrassed her to discuss it with him.
    The kids in the sweatshops were being exploited by grownups, too. It was why their situation was so impossible: the adults who were supposed to be taking care of them were exploiting them.
    "Well, I just wanted to say that I'm proud of you. We both are, your Mum and me. And I wanted to let you know that I'll be moving your PC back into your room tomorrow. You've earned it."
    Anda blushed pink. She hadn't really expected this. Her fingers twitched over a phantom game-controller.
    "Oh, Da," she said. He held up his hand.
    "It's all right, girl. We're just proud of you."

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    She didn't touch the PC the first day, nor the second. The kids in the game — she didn't know what to do about them. On the third day, after hockey, she showered and changed and sat down and slipped the headset on.
    "Hello, Anda."
    "Hi, Sarge."
    Lucy had known the minute she entered the game, which meant that she was still on Lucy's buddy-list. Well, that was a hopeful sign.
    "You don't have to call me that. We're the same rank now, after all."
    Anda pulled down a menu and confirmed it: she'd been promoted to Sergeant during her absence. She smiled.
    "Gosh," she said.
    "Yes, well, you earned it," Lucy said. "I've been talking to Raymond a lot about the working conditions in the factory, and, well —" She broke off. "I'm sorry, Anda."
    "Me too, Lucy."
    "You don't have anything to be sorry about," she said.
    They went adventuring, running some of the game's standard missions together. It was fun, but after the kind of campaigning they'd done before, it was also kind of pale and flat.
    "It's horrible, I know," Anda said. "But I miss it."
    "Oh thank God," Lucy said. "I thought I was the only one. It was fun, wasn't it? Big fights, big stakes."
    "Well, poo," Anda said. "I don't wanna be bored for the rest of my life. What're we gonna do?"
    "I was hoping you knew."
    She thought about it. The part she'd loved had been going up against grownups who were not playing the game, but gaming it, breaking it for money. They'd been worthy adversaries, and there was no guilt in beating them, either.
    "We'll ask Raymond how we can help," she said.

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    "I want them to walk out — to go on strike," he said. "It's the only way to get results: band together and withdraw your labour." Raymond's voice had a thick Mexican accent that took some getting used to, but his English was very good — better, in fact, than Lucy's.
    "Walk out in-game?" Lucy said.
    "No," Raymond said. "That wouldn't be very effective. I