Jason walked into the store and pretended to browse. He observed the three nerds out of the corner of his eyes, listening to them chat about the Marvel Extended Universe and make lewd comments about various actresses.
One of the fatter nerds held up a used copy of a recent shooter. He snorted and pushed his glasses up his face. “What kind of tasteless nerd buys this franchise?”
His friends looked at it and laughed. One was a scrawny boy with greasy black hair pulled into a ratty ponytail. The other was a fat pimply kid with curly red hair. “Probably that douchbag,” the redhead whispered, pointing at the frat boy.
The frat boy continued to look at consoles, his hat bearing the logo of the same university Jason attended. He was fairly average looking and in decent shape. His basketball shorts hung to his knees.
Jason shook his head. He decided on the target, choosing the store itself. “This store caters to gaming enthusiasts,” read the sentence generated. Jason deleted “gaming” and entered “sports,” not realizing that he would be affected by the change since he was inside the store.
Jason looked up. Strangely, nothing had changed. There was the young blond at the register, looking like she’d played volleyball in high school, maybe college. She was flirting with the guy she was ringing up, who was in his thirties and looked like a fitness model.
Over in the corner there were those same 3 high school jocks, checking out different balls: a football player, basketball player, and baseball player. All were in really good shape. And of course, Jason himself: a lean but toned soccer player, who suddenly remembered he needed a new practice ball.
He put the phone away. He could mess with it more later.