The screen of the old Amiga flickers to life, casting long shadows in the room. Esposo and Esposa Ecu, their bodies barely contained in the frame, their eyes locked onto the screen. The game 'Amor' plays out, its simplistic graphics belying the depth of emotion it evokes. As the characters on screen embrace, so do the couple, their bodies melding together, their breathing syncing with the rhythm of the game. The room is filled with the soft hum of the computer and the occasional soft moan, the air thick with the scent of old technology and new love.