I seem to have arrived in a dystopian video game. All around me are soaring, jagged skyscrapers, half built, or half falling down, with scores of empty windows as black as skeletal eye sockets. The doomy towers parade down the littered seashore, each vista more apocalyptic than the last. Any moment now a hybrid tungsten killer-zombie will loom around the sunburned corner and laser me dead, meaning I have to restart from Level One. I’ve been in nicer places.