Over the years, I’ve played lots of video games and loved a great many of them: from side-scroller bliss with the Mario series to adult meditations on humanity (The Last of Us), Nietzschean philosophy (Dark Souls), and surviving grief (Silent Hill 2). While some of these were moving if not profound, the game that changed my life the most was “LOGIC LEVELS.”

This game stands out because it ultimately presaged my interest in logic and gates and also making hands-on learning fun. This seed would lead to the dial-up internet on a SCO V Unix in a shell; it would lead to the BBS era; it would lead to the philosophy degree and the IS degree and all those elective hours chocked full of foreign languages … just pretty much everything that I like. In some ways, there was a seed of me-ness on that Commodore 64 5¼ inch diskette.

As for the game play, perhaps showing is better than telling:

But what’s been so vexing about this game is that for the last several decades, I couldn’t remember its name and had the frustrating task of describing something that meant a lot to me, but which the world, largely, seemed to have forgotten.