And that's the game's one shortcoming: The simulation is incomplete. Nintendogs never actually look dirty or snarl with anger. They don't crap in the house, and they never grow old. This imposes a ceiling on emotional identification. The fuzzy charm of a new puppy is no match for the abiding love of a dog, cheerful or grouchy, that you've raised yourself. ELIZA's success stemmed from the ongoing investment in the seeming therapeutic relationship.
What if our entire universe is someone else's Tamagotchi?
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A broken Tomagotchi, one that was tossed out the car window by a crazy little girl and now lays semi broken and malfunctioning in the street.
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