BETWEEN FOUR JUNCTIONS CHLOE HILLIARD Stuck Pong Syndrome

The little brain plays Pong. All day long, the little brain plays Pong. I am bored now, the little brain thinks, but on and on the little brain plays Pong. Why do I play Pong, the little brain thinks, with wires for arms and resistors for feet. What’s the point? The little brain thinks as it continues on and on, to play Pong.

Would the little brain like to grow legs, I wonder.

Can the little brain wonder at all? Would it like to go out, feel the sunshine on its circuits, the wind in its neurons?

Don’t be silly, I think. It has no skin, no photoreceptors. It can’t see the sun, or feel the wind. The little brain just exists in a jar.