Steve came around the corner and saw the video game. It was a really elaborate 
one where the player was totally enclosed in some sort of capsule. He hadn't 
seen this one before so he climbed in and popped $2 in the slot. A metal screen 
in front of him slid back and exposed a huge pair of puckered lips. Below the 
lips was a screen on which the words "Welcome to Bad Betty's virtual reality 
cybersex." 
	A quick look around showed that no-one else was in that lower section of 
the shopping complex, it being late at night. "This," he thought with an evil 
leer, 'is what I've been waiting for all my life.'
	The game started up with a picture of a beautiful naked woman cupping her 
large, full breasts. She panted as the words appeared on the screen below her. 
'Please select the type of partner you want' and gave a selection to choose 
from. Steve scrolled through the list and chose female, submissive. The machine 
began to work.
	A husky female voice came from the huge lips. 'The machine is closing now 
to allow you to enjoy the game in complete privacy.' sure enough a metal and 
glass panel began to slide over the opening to the game. Simultaneously the lips 
split into a series of sections and these slid into the casing to reveal a face 
underneath. 
	Steve's attention was caught by a brown streak on the closing door. It 
looked suspiciously like dried blood. And the face being revealed by the 
disappearing lips looked to be a deathshead. Being a longtime subscriber to 
alt.conspiracy Steve was very worried by this and he squeezed out of the still 
partly open door. Or at least he tried to, but his backpack got caught.
	The door kept closing. Frantic now he struggled out of the shoulder straps 
and tried to tug it loose. Most of the pack came clear but one strap was caught 
in the door and eventually was snipped off as cleanly as if by a pair of 
scissors. 
	Steve stared at the severed end as he backed away from the machine. There 
was no way that this was a normal game. There was no way that this game was even 
slightly legal. He turned and ran.
	Dimly from the machine he heard the words 'you're going to die pig'. And 
then the machine exploded.
	Steve stood panting at the end of the corridor, staring at the debris and 
feeling his pulse pound through his body. Suddenly from around the base of the 
machine came a little toy dog. It walked forward five steps, wagged its tail, 
and walked forward again.
	Trusting his instincts entirely by this stage, Steve turned and bolted, 
straight into a crowd who had come to investigate the noise. Steve bounced of 
someone and looked up, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. From 
the way she was looking at him her thoughts must have been thinking along the 
same lines. 
	'Hi, my name's Steve' 
	'Hi, my name's Shauna' 
	'Do you believe in love at first sight?'
	'I do now'
	
	Something bumped into his leg; his stomach tied itself into a knot, a 
small, cold knot. The dog. He screamed and looked around, there was a twisted 
sheet of metal from the game booth. Grabbing it up he swung at the toy, managing 
to cut off a leg. Then he was slammed into the wall by a blow to his shoulder. 
Spinning around he found himself face to face with a skinhead, holding a full 
pot of paint like a weapon.
	'What do you think you're doing? What kind of sick animal are you to 
destroy a cute little toy like that?'
	'No you leave him alone.' Shauna sprang to his defence. But the rest of 
the crowd backed the skinhead. All sorts of late night shoppers, little old 
ladies, young girls, a security guard, they all began to throw their shopping at 
the pair of them. Battered by a rain of paint pots, brooms, lights and 
groceries, Steve tried to protect Shauna with his body.

Bad Betty turned to her companion. 'See, the ones that escape from the booth are 
the really dangerous ones. They still think with their penis but they allow 
their brain to have some input in the matter. The dog is broadcasting heavy 
infrasounds that amplify all emotions, it doesn't matter what happens, in that 
situations they always die.