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The police are nice, but since the bullets went through the wall (instead of into the Internet) and almost hit her neighbors, they take her gun away. It bums Starla out. Why is there even an Internet if you can’t shoot anybody through it?

Then she discovers remote hunting: a webcam on a gun, in the woods, and when you click the button, the gun shoots where the webcam is looking. Starla pays up and clicks as fast as she can, until the clip’s empty. She giggles at the puffs where they hit dirt and trees.

“Pyeew pyeew!” she whispers. “Pshow!”