

Electrocop was a 3D shoot-'em-up that looked fantastic but didn't deliver on gameplay (it had great music, though). Also, I'll admit, I made some poor choices with the games I did have. My humble income (£2 a week for pocket money) wasn't enough to provide new games for it, and the relationship got stale. I'm not sure what happened, but over time we drifted apart. That meant we could enjoy double dates: His Lynx I and my Lynx II could talk (via a ComLynx cable) while we enjoyed two-player California Games (surfing, especially).
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Just one other friend of mine understood, appreciating the complexities of Atari's pioneering color handheld (16-bit graphics, 4,096 colors, a clever "left-hand" mode and portable - phwoar!). As is all too often the way, simpler minds were wooed by Game Boy's (relatively) slimline form and promiscuous approach to games (over 1,000, according to this list the Lynx had 72). Most people considered Nintendo's Game Boy to be the social norm. Our relationship wasn't easy other people frowned on it. When you love something, you make it work. I also bought jeans with much bigger pockets. No matter: If I held it right (tipping it away from myself at an angle), we could eke out a few more precious moments of California Games (surfing, especially) before the batteries died. I preferred Cherry Coke to regular, and the Lynx liked emptying batteries and being too big to fit into pockets. Until one Christmas morning, there it was, waiting for me under the tree. The nearest I came was the occasional furtive glance in the pages of Computer and Video Games magazine (and its GO! supplement), but that just made me want it even more.

Weeks turned into months, and my life remained Lynx-less.

My situation felt hopeless, which of course only fanned the flames of my forbidden desire. The Lynx didn't know I existed, even though I was just a few feet away. There it sat, so near, yet (at about about £85, or $100) so financially far. It was perched on a shelf, center stage, behind a huge pane of glass - a window display in a branch of Dixons on Park Street, Bristol. I remember the first time I set eyes on the Atari Lynx as if it were yesterday. Like most tween crushes, the attraction was instant and overwhelming.
