« Come on, work you useless piece of s… ! »
The sudden outburst of anger shook Jim out of his daydreaming. He watched his girlfriend Britney getting frustrated while using her old computer. She was trying to download some free music since both of them where currently too broke for buying it. The two college dropout were sharing a small apartment in an old public housing complex, both of them couldn’t do better with their minimum wage job.
“Ah! Finally” Britney exclaimed as she extracted the zip file with the last Beyonce album. But instead of finding the mp3s, she got a strange icon and an install program called masterpc.exe
"Shit!" Britney said, thinking she had just downloaded some kind of virus. "What else could go wrong today?" The program opened, and a black screen showed up on her screen, with a blinking cursor.
Welcome to the Master PC Reality Manipulation Program. Please enter your name.
“What the hell is that?” she asked to her boyfriend. Jim had joined her in front of the old computer but he’s never seen something like that. Hesitantly, Britney typed in her name.
Hello Britney, congratulations for downloading the Master PC. It allows you to manipulate and control reality to your liking. Would you like to access your own profile, or begin with someone else?
“Reality alteration.... Pfff, must be a joke or a malware! You should uninstall it” Jim said. But a curious Britney clicked OK, and a very high quality image of herself sitting in her chair in front of the computer appeared on the screen. The rendering was good. Better than she expected from her old computer. On the left side she saw a menu with her name, a dialogue window and some numbers.
“It’s strange, it looks like some Sims game but more realistic «Britney said while watching her 3D avatar. It was exactly like her, even her clothes. Though it was a warm summer day she wore a pair of cheap, baggy jeans and a T-shirt that did thing for her plainly average body. Nothing about her body was really remarkable. Light-brown hair with pale skin and almost no curves, she had managed to nab her boyfriend because he wasn’t in better shape with dark, greasy hair, a thin, average body and some acne scars. They had a mediocre sex life but they still enjoyed each other’s company and shared enough interests.
« It’s not dangerous, probably just some silly game”. Wanna try it? Britney asked, her hands already typing something.