Then I saw it. The final corridor was blocked by a wall of solid code—no gaps. Impossible.
The Wave didn't crash into the walls. It phased . Triangles clipped through spikes. Sawblades rendered backwards. The game's FPS counter jumped to 999, then dropped to 0.
I closed the laptop. The Wave trail was still glowing faintly on my screen, pulsing like a heartbeat.
The Wave screamed past the finish line.
My 999th attempt was different. The Wave started leaving afterimages—not graphical bugs, but echoes of previous runs. My past failures flew beside me, phasing through walls I couldn't. They were teaching me the path.
Bzzzt.
Naturally, I cloned it.