He wobbled. It was glandular, he said. He wobbledespecially when he ran. Bits of Wobbler headed invarious directions; it was only on average that he wasrunning in any particular direction.

But he was good at games. They just weren't theones that people thought you ought to be good at.If ever there was an Inter-Schools First-One-To-Break-The-Unbreakable-Copy-Protection-on-Galactic-Thrusters, Wobbler wouldn't just be in the team, he'dbe picking the team.

'Yo, Wobbler,' said Johnny.

'It's not cool to say Yo any more,' said Wobbler.

'Is it rad to say cool?' said Johnny.

'Cool's always cool. And no-one says rad any more,either.'

Wobbler looked around conspiratorially and thenfished a package from his bag.

'This is cool. Have a go at this.'

'What is it?' said Johnny.

'I cracked Fighter Star Terafiomber,' said Wobbler.'Only don't tell anyone, right? Just type FSB. It's notmuch good, really. The space bar drops the bombs,and ... well ... just press the keys, you'll see whatthey do. .'Listen.. . you know Only You Can Save Mankind?'

'Still playing that, are you?'

'You didn't, you know, do anything to it, did you?Um? Before you gave me a copy?'

'No. It wasn't even protected. Didn't have to doanything except copy the manual. Why?'

'You did play it, didn't you?'

'A bit.' Wobbler only played games once. Wobblercould watch a game for a couple of minutes, and thenpick up the joystick and get top score. And then neverplay it again.

'Nothing ... funny ... happened?'

'Like what?' said Wobbler.

'Like ...' Johnny hesitated. He could tell Wobbler,and then Wobbler would laugh, or not believe him, orsay it was just some bug or something, some kind oftrick. Or a virus. Wobbler had discs full of computerviruses. He didn't do anything with them. He just col-lected them, like stamps or something.