"Pong" means exactly what its mechanism does. The words are tiny: "Let's play Pong," "Let's play," "Pong," "Play again?" They do not open a story. They name the rule already being enforced by the beat.

That is why the track works. The title is not decoration; it is an operating system. The pulse sends motion across a narrow field, the voice behaves like a button prompt, and repetition turns into a joke with no exit. When the track asks whether to play again, the music has already answered yes. The ending gives the meaning its last proof: the game does not resolve, win, or lose. It stops, and the silence still feels organized by the missing return.