Celeste played Star Explorer first, then taught me and her sister Gale to fly the 3D game where shiny ships rose fast into low clouds on fingerlings of flame. Our haptic TV glasses watched the Earth recede below, and we controlled trajectories so bold beneath our hands. We laughed to hear the engine roar, but our Celeste loved speed the best; when she turned the glasses off, her eyes still glowed as if she’d been to space and back. I still remember being ten when thoughts of countdowns filled our play. I swear my friends and I were astronauts for