Henry sat in the back of the taxi, watching the city flash by. Out of curiosity he glanced up through the plexi-glass that separated the front of the car from the back. He saw that man driving the car was a middle eastern named Mohamed.
Pulling out the blackberry, he began to fiddle. Within seconds he had the man information pulled up. His full name was Mohamed Jones, middle eastern born, raised in America since the age of two. Height's about five foot seven, weight's about one hundred forty eight. In parenthesis, Henry read that Mohamed's a heavy smoker.
Clicking this information, Henry then typed that Mohamed was in desperate need of a cigarette. Saving the info, he didn't have long to wait as from the front of the cab, Mohamed asked, "Hey, pal. Mind if I stop somewhere for a cigarette? I'll turn off the meter."
Henry quietly grinned and replied, "Sure, no problem," realizing that the thing had actually done what he'd asked.
As Mohamed stepped out to smoke Henry thought it slightly odd that a west coast man could sound like someone from New York. Looking at the profile, he saw that Mohamed grew up in upper New York, but had moved here when he was twenty three.
Outside the car, Mohamed took a deep drag on his cigarette while Henry kept fiddling with the blackberry. Next he wanted to confirm that what he saw at the beach was not a fluke.
He'd once met a Arabic woman named Kareeda and thinking it a pretty name, Henry changed Mohamed's name to Kareeda Sue Jones. At the last minute, he changed the last name to Muntz and then saved. For his part, the taxi driver was completely unaware that anything had happened. Looking forward, Henry saw that the License now belonged to a Kareeda Sue Muntz.
Looking back at the blackberry, he saw something labeled awareness and how it was toggled to only him, Henry, being aware of the changes.
Curious about this, he looked up, saw that Kareeda was just now finishing his cigarette and so Henry typed that he wanted another. Without asking if it was okay, the taxi driver took another and proceeded to light up.
Henry figured that now he should fully test the powers of this humble machine. Typing into it, he put that Kareeda did not smoke, nor would he ever. Right now he's just staring off into space, thinking.
Outside the taxi, the cigarette disappears and Kareeda gets a far off look on his face. Henry begins to fiddle some more.
He changes the sex and gender from M to F. Henry thinks a moment and then decides to really push the envelope and changes the age to four. Before his eyes, Kareeda literally disappears.
Opening the door, he sees a young, middle eastern girl sitting on the side walk in oversized men's clothes. Thinking this needs further detail. Henry first changes the clothes to an oversized, long sleeved white shirt with... "What do kids like today," he asked himself out loud.
From outside the car, Kareeda offered her opinion of Angelina Ballerina. Henry nodded and typed that this image was on the front of the girl's shirt. The shirt went all the way down to her knees and a little beyond, but underneath it she's wearing nothing because she had an accident just recently. She's wearing sandals and a ribbon in her hair. Currently she has wandered away from her mom, who is....
Henry glanced about and saw a young woman buying food from a hot dog vendor. Typing in....who is buying lunch for the two of them from a hot dog vendor. She comes from a mixed ethnic background and closely resembles her father, who's middle eastern, while mommy is from America. Both parents are moderately wealthy.
Henry typed unto he was sure that this little girl would grow up to be healthy and happy. Clicking save, he waited for the changes.
They happened immediately when suddenly the woman at the hot dog vendor called out, "Kareeda, were are you," which a reply from the little girl outside the cab came instantly.
Adopting his best government agent attitude, Henry pulled his badge from his pocket and flashed it at the woman and then said, "Ma'am, if I was on duty and not on vacation, I'd be forced to report you for failing to keep an eye on your youngling. See that you do a better job in the future."
With this said he pocketed the blackberry and his badge and wanting to perform one more test on someone involving turning them into an animal before heading back to his hotel room he began to walk down the street.
"Kareeda was complete success," he thought to himself. "But lets see the next come to fruition."