As Jake’s curious gaze scanned the seemingly endless list of settings, he found himself swallowed up by a cocktail of intrigue and apprehension. The options spanned every possible alteration one could fathom. Height, species, sexual interests, proficiency in languages – it was all there. His eyes roamed the program with a wild fascination that made his heart thump a bit faster than normal.
He smirked as he found something truly interesting. ‘Occupation’ it said. His mind whirred as he considered the potentialities. The thought edged its way into his consciousness, adding a mischievous glint to his eyes. Mike, his room-mate who had been tirelessly searching for a job. Perhaps this was the answer to his prayers, or at least, an interesting experiment.
His index finger throbbed with a rush of adrenaline as he opted for the ‘Occupation’ option. It sprawled open another tab of choices. The variety was astounding; from the bizarrely narrow 'ant-farmer' role to more conventional professions like 'baker', 'cook', 'dentist', 'plumber', the list was practically exhaustive. It wound up all the way to 'zoologist'.
As the options reveled before him, Jake pondered. What job would fit Mike? His friend had always had a knack for picking up the unusual, a penchant for the unordinary so to speak. Jake’s mind wove through the choices, the gears in his brain turning. This application was a strange contemporary form of a wish-granting genie, yet, in its alluring novelty, Jake felt an odd sense of intimate control that he intended to exploit. For fun, for curiosity, for Mike.