I had a birthday recently, so (of course) I’ve been mulling over my disintegrating body and impending doom. Light stuff! OK, so I’m not that old, but still. I watched Wreck-It Ralph recently and between bursts of nostalgia, overwhelming ennui and being strangely attracted to Zangief, I wondered how my dear old arcade friends might be holding up these days. I assume, like most of us, they will never ever get to retire, so here I’ve imagined them in another 40-50 years: still plugging away, still at the mercy of the coin slot, still running relentlessly around their spritely domain, and a wee bit worse for wear.