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The Update Scenario

    Hey, everyone. I was just playing a few games on the I-Pad and went to Asphalt 7: Heat. I was greeted by this little jewel. It says that a new update is available. Please update to play on-line. When you hit okay it takes you to the app store. There is no way to play the game without doing this.
    I never play this game on-line and don't want the update. It is a huge file, 1.12 Gigs, and I have a limit on my monthly data usage. So, this is a paid-for game that I cannot play unless I bow to Gameloft's wishes. The game has been playing fine for me. I don't want the update. My question is this. I had a game, they have locked it up where I can't play it. I had it, I don't have it. Is it just me being critical or is that like...stealing? Did I ever truly own the game? Or was Gameloft, in their beneficence, allowing me to use it for a while? One more thing. I had all my notifications turned off on my I-Pad. There should have been no communications with Gameloft. Yet they were able to put this dialogue box on my screen. So, can we assume that all our games are just chatting back and forth, at their leisure, with some remote outpost of Geekdom?
    What is the Gameloft sudden interest in forcing updates? Is this an effort to stop pirating? Will it instead just irritate all their honest customers? Are they trying to usurp EA Games title as The Most Hated Company In America? Stay tuned to more of this fascinating subject, As the Game Turns.

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