Yes - Forgetting Everything

Thomas stared at the poor girl as she cried, racking his brain for a way to help her. The problem was, he didn't know how to help because he didn't know the extent of the damage she'd done. Clearly, she felt like she'd used the World Processor to change things for the worst. But without her going into detail as to what these changes were, he couldn't come up with an appropriate change to counteract what had brought her to this point.

Sure, he knew some of what her changes were - she'd explained most of them in detail during their last few roommate meetings. Still, considering he himself had lied during the meetings, there was no way in knowing whether she'd done the same. The only change he felt certain she'd made was the one that had made her lips taste like fruit. He knew that because she'd explicitly said it was for him. Beyond that, he had no idea.

Well, there was one thing she could try.

"Have you tried undoing the changes?" He asked, hoping he was composed enough to offer what he felt was sound advice.

While his suggestion did stop the waterworks, it caused Pamela to shoot him a side look. "I thought you said that making that change doesn't work."

"Oh," he said, suddenly remembering, "Right. I did say that, didn't I?" Truth be told, given the current situation, he'd hadn't recalled that particular lie. "How about making it so that you don't remember the changes you made?"

That gave the girl pause, staring directly at Thomas as she considered the implications of his words. "I can do that?"

He shrugged at her question. "Why not? Kyle seemingly made it so that we can only make one change per day. I fail to see why you couldn't make it so that you don't remember whatever change you made."

"I don't know." She mumbled, curling deeper into her knees. "I don't know how I feel about modifying my memories." The girl then stared off into nothing, her thoughts unknown as she contemplated what he was suggesting.

"Isn't that what we've been already doing?" He asked, bringing attention to the contradiction she was presenting. "Look at the alternative Pam" he argued, hoping he wasn't making a mistake. "You haven't eaten, you haven't been milked, your room's a mess, you obviously no longer trust yourself. What you need is peace of mind. And at this point, that can only be achieved if you don't remember the damn thing in the first place."

She nodded, as though he'd been reading her mind to the letter. Still, the girl wasn't biting, still staring into nothingness.

"You're right." She said, eventually breaking the silence. He didn't know how to feel about the fact that she was agreeing with him. "The only way I can move passed all this is if I don't remember what I've done. Ignorance is bliss, after all."

Thomas followed her as she got out of bed, grimacing at the feeling of wet carpet beneath him. Not bothering to get dressed, Pamela marched naked up towards the attic, driven and determined, yet hiding a growing anxiety. What if she failed this time too? She shook her, chasing away the negative thoughts. As she entered the attic, she told herself this was the only way to achieve peace.

Instead she paused before the machine, hands trembling at the thought of what she was about to do. "I don't think I can do this." She mumbled, more to herself than to him. He could already tell how difficult this was for the girl.

Never the less, he put his hands on her shoulders, offering his support. "It's okay Pam. Just think of how better you'll feel once it's all over."

Finding strength in his words, the girl nodded and finished walking up to the machine, logging in. She typed slowly and, from his position over her shoulder, Thomas could read exactly what she was changing.

0006: Pamela Burr can't recall any changes made with the World Processor.

As she finished typing, an error message appeared - one that Thomas had forgotten would appear but wasn't surprised to see.

User Pamela Burr is not authorized to make this change.

"What the?" She asked, distraught, not expecting the development. "This has never happened before..."

She tried again, rewording her change differently, and was treated to the same error. Minutes passed as each attempt Pamela did at using the World Processor was rejected. Thomas wasn't sure if the machine would eventually block her like he claimed it did him. Never the less, he watched as the girl progressively grew more and more frantic with each failing change.

He knew why her attempts were futile. She wasn't making a change that revolved around sex. And until she did, the machine wouldn't let her change reality.

"Why isn't it working?" She wailed as she tried different variations of the change. As they continued to be rejected, the girl eventually collapsed to the ground, broken. "I can't even do this right." She added, further justifying to herself that this was the right decision.

"Thomas!" she said, looking up at him. "Make the change yourself. Please! I'm begging you. I don't want to remember anymore. I just want to forget..."

He nodded as he walked up to the World Processor, passing by the girl who was quietly sobbing on her knees. The machine somehow sensed the new user and switched to the appropriate profile instantly. He typed slowly, the sound of each key resonating in the attic as they carried the weight of what he was doing.

0009: Pamela Burr can't remember any changes she makes or has made with the World Processor.

He paused briefly, considering whether he should add more. He glanced once more at the girl next to him, and thought against it. She'd gone through enough. He pressed enter.

A familiar message flashed: User Thomas Mekkar’s change involve the World Processor itself. In order to preserve consistency between users, would user Thomas like to make this change permanent?

"Yes" he said out loud as he typed it. He pressed enter once more and the screen flashed white, signifying his change in reality.

Behind him, the sobbing suddenly stopped. He turned around and sighed when he noticed that Pamela was no longer curled on the ground, crying. Instead, she was standing proud, naked and radiant in the middle of the attic, staring right at him.

"So!" She started, flashing him a big smile, "What are we doing up here?"