At home

"Dad!" The familar voice echoed down the stairs into Michael's basement workshop/mancave "Mom says the toilet's blocked again, you need to plunge it."

Michael rolled his eyes at the soumd of his son's voice. David was twenty-five, plenty old enough to manage a little light plumbing yet once again it fell to Michael to interrupt his weekend for the sake of domestic drudgery.

This was the exact reason he'd chosen to build his reality engine at home. No more tedious chores for him. Time to put his godlike (if localised) powers to work...