“What have you got for me, Bernie?”
“Okay. So we take twenty teenagers, put them ashore on an island, only food enough for half of them, plus weapons. We hide a boat on the far side. All the survi— all the winner has to do is get the boat to the three-mile limit. Real drama.”
“Not real teenagers of course,” Arch cautioned.
“No, of course not.” Bernie grinned. “The latest in AI-controlled CGI characters. And the programmers tell me they’ve worked really hard on the death screams.”
Arch thought about it and shook his head. “Eh, Bernie. It’s been done.”