"I have one major issue, though, with this whole 'I learned to change myself at seven' part of my new life." You say to the Chronivac as you walk over and sit down in front of your computer. "So no offense, but I'm going to change this story you've made up, just a little."
You access your "life story". It didn't show the story, just a summary with openable links and a stat saying that it was 3,460,369 pages. So you Crtl+F'ed,
"learn to change"
And selected to only access the first 8 years of your post-birth life, and was met with 708 pages. You added,
"self"
And reduced it to 83 pages. You had to spend a solid 5 minutes just reading through several of them until you came up to,
"At the age of 7 years, 72 days, 15 hours, 12 minutes, 14 seconds, 359,103 microseconds, Damien Stough began the process of learning to perform the act of changing the diapers that he was wearing..."
You snapped your finger, and highlighted over this area.
*KNOCK KNOCK* you hear on your door.
"Damy!" You hear your sister annoyingly calling your name as she does (in both timelines). "I need to talk to you!"
You shake your head.
"Uhh. Uhh. Uhh..." You pull your hands away from the keyboard in fear of making a distracted mistake.
"Wait a sec, April!!" You yell back. "I'm--"
In the eighth-second in-between words, you conjured the lie 'I'm not dressed.' But that's not really applicable to you; you're only ever actually naked in the bathroom, and your family sees you in your diaper pretty often (usually with a shirt, but still). You realize this is one problem with having your original memories; it may sometimes trip over your new identity.
You consider that the only thing that you would shut your room out for is if you were doing private things with yourself. So now you're pretty screwed. Whatever, just have her think that. You follow up your word with brief silence.
"......I'm... just a minute, okay?!" You yell back.
"Okay! I'll wait!" Her muffled voice responds.
Seriously?? There must be something she's really excited about. But personally, you just became a God, so you probably won't care much.
...okay that's kind of a silly exaggeration. Regardless, you go back to your terminal.
Oh, you just started wetting yourself, by the way. You try really hard to hold it back and stop it; you can't. You literally can't feel that part of your body.
ANYWAY, you get back to your life programming. You right click on the bit of text you had selected, and a menu shows up with some selectable features labeled,
"Make isolated alteration"
"Make alteration that will domino-effect all data chronologically proceeding"
"Make alteration that will universally effect all data from base"
Uhh, okay you don't have time to figure out what any of those mean. You have that one-week reversal of all alterations as a safety net, so you have some room for flamboyant riskiness. So you select...