He was outside looking in. The fence was cartoon-like but frustratingly real and powerful. No matter how he approached it, the door was politely and firmly closed in his face, with an annoyingly cheerful message. He looked through a gap in the fence at the pixelated wonders he could only imagine. His birthday wasn’t far away, but it felt an age. He’d tried talking to his parents, proving his maturity, but they’d said there was nothing they could do, pointing to his biometric key. He smiled. He’d get it back soon. When his big brother’s mate had finished the mod.