A block of raw tuna materialized on the cutting board. The timer appeared: 3… 2…
PRESS START TO SERVE.
“Three seconds?” Marcus muttered. He grabbed the mouse—the Dreamcast’s mouse, which he hadn’t touched since Typing of the Dead —and realized it was his only control. A cursor, a thin red laser dot, moved where he pointed. Sushi Bar Dreamcast ISO -Atomiswave Port-