I’ve spent a few too many nights coaxing the old 8‑bit heartbeats back to life. My favorite? The little black box that was the Nintendo Entertainment System. The way its power‑on LED flickers like a stubborn heartbeat, the hiss of its transformer, the smell of burnt plastic from the cartridge slot – it’s all poetry to me. If I can get those 5V rails to pulse again, the whole world of 8‑bit adventure is restored. And nothing beats the satisfaction of hearing the faint whine of the aging screen finally play out a pixelated battle.