The name's Wade. Alan Wade. (College Student)

Alan stared at the phone in disbelief. Was this some kind of prank? Or a dream? It didn't feel like a dream, and even though he'd been between girlfriends for a while, he didn't think he was sex-starved enough yet to dream this. Still, when was he supposed to have talked to some shady agency, much less applied to one? ...Well, he did talk to all those government recruiters on campus last year, but it hadn't seemed important. Graduation was still a long way off.

The phone was displaying something that looked like a cross between a wiki and some kind of mobile game. It already looked a little too elaborate to be a prank, but still, it couldn't really be true. Why him? He didn't think he was anyone special. Just another business major, 3.75 GPA, career path undecided, kept a normal social life with a couple of friends.

Suddenly Alan remembered the license. He fumbled with his wallet, pulled out his driver's license... and then a just as official looking "sex license", the words written big and bold above the picture of his grinning face. ID number 0069, just as promised. He still had half-expected to just see nothing, but after being proved wrong he still scanned around his apartment suspiciously, imagining his ex secretly watching his confusion and giggling. Still nothing. ...Well, at least the license would be good for a laugh.

He looked back at the app and opened up the tools menu, looking for some kind of help function. Instead the list that came up was even more surreal. He almost gave up when, between "Time Stop" and "User Settings", he found "Tutorial". The message offered to walk him through an example change; not all that useful but better than nothing, so he accepted. It informed him that the reality database contained pages for every concept, person, object, and more, and that it could be searched via text input or simply by pointing the camera. Then, it instructed him to type his name in the search box.

A list of Alan Wades popped up, seemingly sorted by distance to him. He scrolled around and out of curiosity tried to tap on the Alan Wade located in Nepal, but it seemed like the tutorial had locked him in. He scrolled back to the first name and clicked... And suddenly, there was his personal page, seeming to go on forever. Next, the message directed him to the menu, where it told him there was a list of preset bundled changes for quicker editing. The preset that it directed him to was "Consequence-free Sex (impregnation only at will, STD immunity, refractory period removed)". After choosing it, a new Apply button appeared, telling him that it would make any edits necessary to support his changes, then retroactively make this new database into reality, keeping only his own memories.

He applied the changes, but didn't feel any different. Annoyed, he scrolled through his personal page looking for an obvious change to make. Being a red-blooded male, naturally his mind went first to dick size. It's not that he felt inadequate - he was comfortably above average and a good lover - he just wanted a simple test... at least, that's what he told himself. Strangely, he noticed that almost everything was a link to a different page. "Sexual Preference", "Women"... "Fetishes", "Breast Size"...

He snorted. Breast size fetish? Was this thing judging him by putting it under fetishes? Every straight man loved a good rack... Next it would be telling him he had an ass fetish, or a woman fetish! Still... He couldn't deny that the "breast size" link was strangely compelling...