Starting Simple

You sigh, staring at the program before you. There were truly so many things you could change about yourself, or the world, just to prove that the program was fake once and for all. But what to pick specifically?

Glancing around your room, your eyes eventually land on your phone, a small crack splitting the screen protector in two. It'd been bugging you for weeks at this point, but without the money needed to repair or replace it, you'd been forced to live with the accursed crack. But if the program actually worked, then maybe you wouldn't have to. And if it didn't, which was sure to be the case, then no harm done.

{ My phone is repaired, and was never damaged }

You glance down at your phone as you hit enter, waiting to see the crack vanish or perhaps be repaired right before your eyes. What you got was your vision—no, the world—blurring over, your mind buzzing as a strange cotton like fuzziness rolled over it, forcing you to blink and rub at your eyes. And when you opened them, you stared back down at your phone. It was just as you remembered it, screen perfectly intact as ever.

Why did that feel off? Your eyes snapped up to your computer, reading off the newly listed modification. 'my phone is repaired, and was never damaged'. But it wasn't damaged, it hadn't been, so...wait.

{ I remember why I made the previous modification }

Your mind buzzed again, almost like it was vibrating in your skull, making it nearly impossible to so much as think until it stopped, just a few seconds later. Another glance at your phone, memories of it's cracked screen—you'd dropped it in the hall going to class one morning when someone bumped into you—rushing back into you as you processed everything. It was...all real. Every last bit of it. And you weren't immune to the knock on effects either.

Really, there was only one thing to think as you finally sat back, realizing all the implications of the program

'Oh, fuck'