“I’m glad you agree with me, Addilyn,” you tell her, a big smile on your face. Even you are in awe at how efficient the app is.
“What a-are you gonna d-do to me?” She asks, her voice dripping with fear. “I w-wanna be 18 again…”
“I’m sorry, but I think I like you better as an adult, and so an adult you shall stay from here on out,” you tell her. “Don’t fret; I’ll make your life better!”
“Better?” She asks quietly, looking like she is about to cry.
“Yes. One moment, my friend.”
Hopping back into her profile, you ignore the sliders and go straight to the command bar. It’s a bit boring to see Addilyn slaving away at an office job in her late 20s, so you decide you could help her live more luxuriously:
/SUBJECT has always been extremely wealthy and never needed to work at all/
Keeping it so she will notice the change and reality will adjust, you again press ENTER.
There’s another flash of light, and this time you standing in what appears to be a very expensive home. Addilyn’s appearance has again changed. She’s now in a sensual red dress, with heavy makeup, tall red heels, her hair up, and a purse cradled in her hands.
“Oh my…oh fuck…” she moans, appearing disoriented. “My head fucking hurts…”
“Well, that is a bummer,” you say. “But hey, I made you filthy rich! Kiss that office job goodbye.”
“Office job? Oh…right…what you just did…” she groans. “I have these new memories of being rich…coasting through life…I’m going to meet this man my parents set me up with…Kenny…for a date in 5 minutes…”
“Aren’t you happy?” You ask, making note of her new life.
To your surprise, she gives you a smile.
“Listen, I’m not going to lie,” she tells you, sounding oddly calm. “I’m freaking the hell out. You really can just change my reality on a whim, can’t you? As freaky as that is and as much as that power is going to your head, you’re still my friend.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Sure, you took my teenage life away from me against my will and turned me into a wealthy adult with no purpose beyond getting married to an even wealthier man, but you didn’t do anything bad. Besides, I’m still me on the inside; you didn’t take my mind away from me.”
“Wow, um…you’re welcome…” you say, unsure of how to react. Her warped gratitude in the face of you doing something pretty nefarious is almost charming. It almost makes you want to turn her back to normal. Is she…playing mine games with you? Or is she really sincere?
“If you have anything else to do to me, do it now. Otherwise, I might as well live the life you gave me.”