As a Game Producer, I Discovered That Games Can Survive

I fell into the sewer after working overtime, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already a thousand years later. This world is full of speeding cars and AI everywhere, but there are no games. Because something called "Dream Crystal" can turn virtuality into reality, a disaster eight hundred years ago made "Game" the scapegoat. Nowadays, game production is monopolized by consortiums, and they call "National Healthy Rhythmics" a game. Me: "... Is this worthy?" In this world, no one understands the feel, no one understands the levels, and no one understands what "fun" means. And I happen to understand them all. Players cried and called me a genius, the consortium gnashed their teeth and called me a disaster, and scholars who had studied the game for a lifetime wrote me down in their notes. Only I know, I am just a coder. But I don't know, somewhere in the corner, the games I made are all alive.