As he placed the blocks in sequential order it was only a matter of time before the red and green flashing lights would start whirling in the great conference room. He’d been sat there for what seemed like days, only taking breaks when the pain in his knees and bladder got to much for his concentration to handle.
Now he was so close to the end.
The grand prize was irrelevant.
This was all about proving his uncle wrong. It wasn’t “Digital Lego”. This took skill and planning. This was Minecraft and he was good.
He had ten more blocks to place and then it would be finished. His greatest sculpt to date.
The Taj Mahal!
Fireworks on the stage, lights focused on the girl on the next trestle table.
She had finished a split second before the boy.
He didn’t win. But he had created beauty. All with digital pixels.
Everyday, a new creation. A new world, all with the click of a mouse.