A high school senior.

My name is Tommy, though most people call me Tom. I'm a high school senior who'd be considered ordinary, yet that doesn't prevent me from excelling in specific areas. I've abandoned any effort to address the situation at home. There's a distinction between apathy and exhaustion. Honestly, I'm completely drained—lacking the stamina to resume studying, spending time with friends, enjoying music, gaming, or watching films, and so on.

"Fuck!!!" I swore at the parking lot as rain soaked through my clothes while I dialed my sister's number and demanded, "Where the hell are you?"

Jessica's laughter at my irritation struck me as peculiar.

"Are you fucking high again?" I snapped at my sister, and she giggled in response, "Maybe. Why does it matter to you?"

"Do you want me to develop pneumonia?" I asked, then explained, "I can't walk home in this downpour."

"You're being melodramatic," Jessica said while struggling to concentrate, "Besides.....I couldn't even drive you home..." Giggles, "Whoa, there's three of you, Amber."

"Jess!!!" I yelled while staring at the video chat on my phone, "You irresponsible slut!!!"

Jessica probably disconnected or was occupied with her lesbian girlfriend. Regardless, I had no choice but to trek home during a raging thunderstorm.

"You'll pay for this someday, bitch." I muttered while using my backpack as a shield against the rain.

To avoid getting sick from the rain, I decided to take a shortcut. Obviously, I'm taking a significant risk running through this part of the neighborhood. You wouldn't grasp the reasons unless you lived in Detroit. Believe me, don't ever live here. Particularly if you're white with anything valuable. To be frank, you're a target for criminals and shouldn't expect the police department to protect you either.

"Well....look who's here." Mike said while staring at my Nike shoes, "Is that an And1, buddy?"

"Ummm..yeah." I stammered and then tried to convince him, "But there's a discount at Walmart for forty dollars."

"Why do I need to buy one?" Mike sneered and then shoved me against the wall, "When I can get one for free?" He chuckled, "And you know what they say, nothing's cheaper than free?"

"Fine, take it." I said while removing the shoes and then Mike asked, "What do you have in your backpack?"

"Nothing," I simply replied and Mike grabbed the bag while saying, "It's mine now."

As I shrugged from losing my belongings Mike says, "By the way, dude. Nice iPhone."

"Can I have it back?" I pleaded and Mike grinned at my desperation while saying, "Hook me up with your sister and I might consider returning your phone."

"I doubt my sister will date you." I laughed at his proposal and then explained the reason, "Jessica is a lesbian and has unrealistic standards," I chuckled, "Even if she wasn't gay, you're basically at the bottom of the list."

Mike gives me an unusual substance while instructing, "Drop this in your sister's drinks, and she'll be open like a twenty four hour convenience store."

I may despise my sister, but I'm not stupid enough to go through with the suggestion. Getting Jessica on this drug could lead to addiction, and Mike could potentially exploit her.

"Ummm....I'll pass," I nervously said and Mike chuckles as he attempts to persuade me, "Think about it, dude. The drug will eliminate your sister's inhibitions."

Mike senses my hesitation and reassures me, "Don't worry, she won't remember anything afterward."

"Tempting," I said while handing back the substance, "But I'll pass."

"Listen," Mike said while pushing me to accept the drug, "The initial batch is complimentary, but if you want more." He chuckles, "I'll need payment, man."

"Don't be such a dick," Andres said to his brother while sliding the phone toward me, "Try not to lose it while going home."

"Uh...thanks," I replied with a grin, "See you at school tomorrow, Andres."

As I left the area Mike complained, "Why are you being nice to that loser?"

"With that attitude, Mike, you'll never get him to use the drug on his sister." Andres replied with a cunning smirk, "Sometimes you gotta be friendly to convince someone. Plus, how's he gonna contact us without a phone?"

Mike laughs at his younger brother's scheme and says, "Fair point, bro."

As I head home I spot a floppy disk on the ground.

"What the hell. People still use these?" I wondered and picked it up to check the label.

"Master PC?" I laugh at the absurdity, "Is this some kind of video game?" I shove it in my pocket, "Well, there's no harm in taking it."

I've always been into classic video games, from PAC-Man to Space Invaders. Maybe this disk has a game I've never encountered.

I got home an hour later drenched and my mother yelled, "For fuck's sake. You've got mud all over the damn carpet!!!"

"And where are your shoes?" Heather asked sharply and I answer, "I got robbed on the way home."

Heather sighs at my excuse and says, "For once, stand up for yourself. At least take the bus, and none of this shit would've happened."

"Even if I waited for the bus, I'd still get soaked," I argued and then explained, "Jessica said she'd pick me up, but she's wasted at some party. I don't see you chewing her out for being an idiot."

I bolt to my room while yelling, "Can't you just fuck off?!!!"

"Come back here, young man!!!" Heather screamed and then begin to threaten, "You're grounded for a month. Do you hear me?"

I lay on the bed while examining the disk, "Unusual material for a floppy disk." I sigh at my predicament, "The slut is too greedy to buy me a computer."

"Come back here, young man!!!" Heather shrieked before launching into threats, "You're grounded for a month. Do you understand me?"

I reclined on the bed while inspecting the disk, "This is strange material for a floppy disk." I groaned about my situation, "That greedy bitch won't even buy me a fucking computer."

Suddenly, it occurred to me that my father once owned an Amiga, which he'd stashed in the basement following their divorce. The challenge was locating the console amid all the accumulated clutter. Nevertheless, I was eager to discover what information was contained on the disk.

While my mother remained absorbed in television, I crept toward the basement and began searching for the computer. After an exhausting hunt lasting nearly two hours, I hauled it to my room and reassembled the components.

"Holy shit, I can't believe this thing still works after fifty years," I muttered in astonishment, then inserted the disk into the drive.

Once the software finished loading, text appeared on the screen: "Welcome to Master PC. Do you need instructions?"

"What the hell is happening?" I asked nervously, but then two holographic figures materialized to explain, "I'm Ram, and this is my sister Rom. You've been granted the power to make any desire real."

"You're bullshitting me," I said skeptically, and Rom responded, "Absolutely anything you want."

"Can you make my mother answer all my questions honestly and obey every damn order I give?" I asked eagerly, and Ram answered, "Anything's possible. But you'll need to type it into the Amiga."

"That's inconvenient as hell. Can't I run this software on my phone?" I asked, and Rom explained the limitation, "It's doable, but you'll have to figure out how to transfer the software to your phone."

"I'm not skilled with electronics," I sigh in frustration, though I recall that Andres possesses exceptional expertise in this field. The real concern is whether I can rely on him with the software.

"I recommended keeping our existence hidden from others," Ram cautioned, prompting me to ask curiously, "What's the reason?"

"Master PC isn't exclusively tied to you. Should anyone obtain the software, they could compel your mother and sister to perform any activities."

"Wouldn't that serve as fitting retribution for how they've treated me?" I remarked with dark humor, and Ram responded with a wicked grin, "If you're willing to hand over the software to someone else, that's your choice entirely. Just understand the consequences."

"I was merely joking," I said, then chuckled at the notion, "Besides, nobody can predict what happens next."

Rom smirked at my naivety and stated, "Actually, we exist outside of time—neither from the past nor future—and we've witnessed countless alternate timelines." Laughing, "We can't reveal everything due to non-interference protocols, but here's what we can share: if you give the software to the wrong person, your mother's and sister's desperate need will be constantly exploited by strangers."

"Damn, can't anyone here appreciate a joke?" I sigh and begin entering commands into Master PC.

Once finished, I head to the living room and ask, "Mom, why do you treat me like shit?"

"Your father was unfaithful and abandoned me for a younger woman," Heather answered truthfully before suddenly panicking, "Why the hell did I just tell you that?"

"So, you're directing all that rage at me simply because I resemble him?" I demanded clarification, and she responded, "Yes, because every man is a misogynistic bastard."

"Well, it's not my goddamn fault that I was born male!!!" I bellowed, then flashed a cruel smirk at her terrified face, "Get on your feet and strip those clothes off like some pathetic whore."

"Have you completely lost your fucking mind?!!!" Heather screamed furiously as her body involuntarily shed its garments, "How the hell are you making me do this?"

"Silence," I command sharply, unfastening my belt. "Get on your knees and pleasure me while I decide on an appropriate consequence."

Heather moves toward me without hesitation, complying with my instruction immediately.

For precautionary measures, I mentally contact Rom: "Is there any method to block others from accessing Master PC?"

"No," Rom explains the software's capabilities. "However, you possess the ability to reverse any changes."

I smirk wickedly before asking, "That's rhetorical. What occurs if I make Jessica develop romantic feelings for Mike?"

"Her emotions will transform from repulsion to desire," Rom responds with a cruel expression. "Essentially, Mike could force your sister to do anything, regardless of whether it's morally wrong."

"Master PC is genuinely hazardous," I acknowledge with concern.

"There's nothing to worry about," Ram offers, pausing to formulate a comparison. "Consider it like this: most cars serve practical purposes, but driving recklessly without checking your surroundings endangers everyone. Think before you act, and you'll be fine."

"Come on, driving cautiously is fucking tedious," Rom protests. "You've got one life, Tom. Live it fully and push your boundaries."

"Lick the mud off the floor thoroughly before I get back," I command my mother, then head to my room to access Master PC.

Heather will become completely infatuated with me.

I grinned at the mischief and walked toward the living room. Heather's head tilts as the command penetrates her consciousness, and when she looks back at me there's an intense longing in her expression.

"I apologize for acting like a bitch earlier," Heather said while teasingly running her fingertips across my chest, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"I haven't had sex since my girlfriend and I split up." I said eagerly while staring at her attractive body, "Before we go any further, I need to ask something important. Are you using birth control?"

"Yes, I'm on birth control," Heather answered immediately and I ask, "Would you consider stopping it?"

"I could, sweetheart," Heather said nervously and then described the risks, "Right now, I'm protected for another three weeks. But if we continue, there's a chance I could get pregnant."

"Does that concern you?" I asked to gauge my mother's commitment and she responds, "I'd be thrilled to carry your children. But this has to stay between us. Got it?"

I smirk wickedly at my mother's shift in attitude and say, "Mom, I want you to work extended hours. When you come home, you'll prepare meals and clean every room. Finally, you'll attend to my desires, and you'll stay undressed whenever we're together. Is that clear?"

"As you wish, dear," Heather replied while handing me a check, "I've been neglecting to get you a car. But...I think you deserve your own."

"I might buy myself something expensive." I tease amusingly and Heather chuckles as she says, "You do that, dear. I have less time to take care of your needs. Considering, I need to work fifteen hours a day to pay it off."

"Out of curiosity, mom." I smirk at her deviously when asking, "If you work as a prostitute. How much will you earn?"

"I don't believe a woman should sell their body for money." Heather expressed displeasure but replies to my questions, "However, I'll probably earn ten times more than a secretary."

"You're hot, mom." I said and Heather blushes at my statement as she says, "Thank you for the compliment, dear."

"Hot enough for guys to pay extra to fill your needy cunt." I said sadistically and Heather raise an eyebrow as she says, "Seriously, you want me to sell my body, and not use protection?"

"I could make you," I sneer deviously and Heather sadly fawns, "I love you enough to put myself in that situation, but please reconsider."

"Well, if you ever disobey me." I smiled at her reaction and resume to threaten, "You're going to be someone's bitch. Understand?"

"I won't disappoint you, dear." Heather said while keeping herself from snubbing and I ask, "I need to punish Jessica. Any objections?"

"No," Heather simply replied out of fear for her own safety and I ask, "Do you know a person's name, Mike?"

"The hoodlums that live several blocks away?" Heather asked and I smirked sadistically when replying, "Yep, that's the person. How do you feel hooking Jessica up with him?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, sweetie." Heather responded with worry evident in her voice, and I questioned, "Why not?"

"Well...he's obnoxious, somewhat overweight, and maintains poor hygiene." Heather muttered anxiously while turning away, continuing, "I don't want you assuming I'm racist. I genuinely believe mixed-race children are beautiful, but if they marry and have kids together, it will destroy your sister's prospects of finding someone superior."

"Hold on a moment, mom," I said before heading to access Master PC.

Heather shows no concern about Jessica's welfare and accepts every suggestion I make.

I walk back into the living room and ask, "You're certain?"

"Actually dear, set Jessica up with Mike." Heather declared, and I stood stunned, "Damn, Master PC is fucking incredible."

"Jessica could become addicted to drugs," I cautioned, and my mother laughs maniacally while saying, "That's her problem. Jessica's grown enough to fuck up her own damn life."

I find it amusing hearing my mother curse, so I use Master PC to eliminate the hostile impulse from her mind, but something grabs my focus.

"Ummm....this is Jessica's moral standard," I said while examining the score, "Holy shit, five hundred?"

"Yep, she's basically untouchable." Rom informed me, and I asked with a wicked grin, "What happens if we drop it to zero?"

"Great question," Rom laughed with amusement before offering a suggestion, "Want to find out?"

"I'm uncertain about this." I said hesitantly, and Rom displays a hologram showing my sister's whereabouts while explaining, "Master PC doesn't make changes permanent unless you choose it to." Chuckles, "Set it to twenty-four hours and watch the show. Trust me, it beats watching adult films."

I made the decision to deactivate my sister's ethical constraints, and she immediately began flirting with the first person she encountered. Surprisingly, multiple options materialized on the Master PC interface.

"What is this?" I inquired with intrigue, and Ram clarified the situation, "With morality disabled, the software has unlocked additional categories: fetish, emotions, and hobbies. For instance, if you choose deep throat as a fetish, you can manipulate your sister to perform it at mild, intermediate, or extreme levels."

"What occurs if I select extreme?" I asked with fascination, and Rom laughed while responding, "Your promiscuous sister will force the entire penis down her throat regardless of physical harm."

I grinned wickedly while setting deepthroat to extreme, and Jessica complies without hesitation. Her head moves rapidly back and forth as she attempts to relax her throat, but Master PC compelled her to act recklessly.

"Damn, you're absolutely right Rom. This surpasses watching adult films," I chuckled amusedly at my sister's suffering, and examined additional categories, "Hmm...anal penetration, or group sex extreme?"

"I would caution against selecting group sex extreme," Ram warned, and Rom dismissed his concern while stating, "Disregard him, Tom. Choose group sex extreme and an exclusive category will unlock." She giggled, "Trust me, you'll be satisfied."

I returned to the living room and asked, "Mom, I need your candid perspective. If I could exact vengeance on a particular woman, and anything were possible, should I pursue it?"

Heather paused momentarily to reflect and then inquired, "Do you think she warrants it?"

"Yeah, she does," I replied, and Heather leaned in close to whisper, "Then mess her up, dear." She noticed my enthusiasm and added, "But don't do anything too curel to your sister."

"How did you figure out I was talking about Jessica?" I questioned, and my mother laughed as she explained, "You two never see eye to eye. I wouldn't be shocked if you're scheming something against her."

"Thanks for killing the vibe, mom." I slumped onto the sofa, and Heather said, "You can pull a prank on your sister, but keep it reasonable."

Luckily, I'd prepared ahead for this moment and snapped my fingers twice. Soon, my mischievous urge returned.

"Dear, fuck your sister up like you mean it," Heather repeated, and I laughed at her sudden change in attitude, "Thanks for backing me up, mom."

"No problem, dear." My mother winked, but before she left, I grabbed her wrist and asked, "By the way, mom. I want a Porsche Carrera GT. Do you have enough saved?"

"Christ, dear. Selling the house wouldn't even cover it," Heather said, and I pushed back with a grin, "I'm sure you'll figure something out."

Heather stared at me pointedly while asking, "Are you suggesting I sell myself to make the money?"

"You don't need to sleep with random guys. There's plenty of other options, like cam work or dancing at a club," I said, and Heather gave in to my demands, "You're lucky I love you, dear. Otherwise, I'd never agree to this."

Regarding the webcam situation, I quickly pull my mother into an embrace and inquire, "Would you prefer that people recognize our familial connection, or should we maintain it as confidential?"

Heather responds with amusement to my question and replies, "That's entirely up to you, sweetheart."

Rom perceives my inclination toward physical intimacy with my mother and proposes, "Consider this, Tom. Master PC could give her triplets, or you could opt for a random outcome."

"That sounds intriguing," I communicate through telepathy before asking, "What exactly does the random option entail?"

Ram was preparing to caution me, but Rom severed the connection.

"Your mother could conceive anywhere from triplets to octuplets," Rom explained, then adds reassuringly, "There's no cause for concern. Should complications arise, Master PC allows you to reverse the pregnancies."

I have a nagging suspicion she's concealing something, but should I proceed with this gamble? Or would it be better to continue with my sister?