After a few moments, Michelle gathered her things and left Jess’s room, heading down the hallway to her personal office to review files for an important meeting. The soft click of her door closing behind her echoed faintly.
Isaac lingered in the room, glancing around with a flicker of curiosity. He noticed how familiar everything felt here—Jess’s computer, her schoolbooks, the carefully arranged desk. But what caught his attention was the computer screen itself, still on and logged in.
Curious, Isaac moved closer and tapped on the screen. There, open on the desktop, was a program labeled Chronivac. He hesitated, then clicked it.
Inside, profiles were displayed — detailed information about both Michelle and himself. He scrolled through attributes like age, personality settings, behavioral tendencies, and family roles.
Unable to resist, Isaac clicked on Michelle’s profile.
The screen shifted, showing customization options and various toggles labeled with different aspects of Michelle’s life — her work habits, her schedule, even her moods.
Isaac’s brow furrowed. He hadn’t realized so much could be adjusted. The realization hit him: If this wasn’t just a computer program — it would be something powerful, capable of changing more than just a few details.
As he studied the options, a mix of wonder and apprehension washed over him. What if these changes weren’t as harmless as they seemed? What would happen if he altered something? this program was very accurate in all it's information, almost to a creepy degree Issac thought what could be the harm in adjusting some of the information into something he wished were true.
Isaac sat at Jess’s desk, the soft hum of the computer a quiet soundtrack to his thoughts as he explored Michelle’s profile on the Chronivac program. The screen offered categories he hadn’t anticipated: physical attributes, behavioral traits, even relationship dynamics.
He clicked into the "Appearance" section and muttered thoughtfully, “She’s always been very attractive... but the baby weight from the kids—any woman’s going to struggle with getting that off while being a full-time mom and working a stressful job... I would remove the baby weight.”
With a simple click, the adjustment was confirmed. Yet Isaac, completely unaware of the immediate reality-altering consequence, shook his head and added, “Weight section? No, I don’t need to be in here. Despite being a two-time mother and working her job, she still manages to look skinny...” He smiled and backed out of the category.
Next, his eyes landed on the "Breast Size" section. A hesitant smirk crept across his face. “Hmm... I always kind of wished Michelle’s breasts had grown more during her pregnancies. Not that her breasts are small, of course.” He noticed a slider labeled "Breast Growth During Pregnancy & Breastfeeding."
Curiosity got the better of him. He gently pushed the slider to the maximum setting, which enhanced Michelle’s figure slightly beyond C-cups.
Almost as if to excuse the adjustment, Isaac nodded and muttered, “Breast section? No, these don’t need improving... they got so perfect after the kids were born.”
He clicked back, feeling strangely content. There was a "Behavioral Settings" tab blinking subtly. He hesitated but clicked it.
Isaac scanned the options, his eyes stopping on a category labeled "Physical Affection Preferences."
“I’ve always wished she was just a bit more into physical affection. Holding hands, cuddling, leaning on each other... nothing big, just contact. Loving, soft contact,” he murmured.
He increased the affinity slider for physical affection just slightly and nodded in satisfaction. Then, catching himself, he blinked and shook his head. “Behavioral settings? I can’t think of any way my wife isn’t completely perfect for me!”
With that, Isaac stood up, smiling as he closed the program. "Cool in theory," he said, stretching his arms overhead, "but my life’s already perfect."
He left the room, unaware of how much the device had already shaped his reality—or how those tiny clicks were now the foundation of his life as he knew it.