Yep. 6.

You stare in disbelief at the six sheets of paper, each stamped with a notary seal. Shaking your head you look over them. The first is yours. James Alexander born to Maureen June on October 26th 1976, at 11:20 PM. Father unknown. The second one was for a Baby Girl Nibornski. Same date. Five minutes later.

Twins????

The second set were similar. Bethany Rose, May 8th, 1986. Baby girl, five minutes later. Ok. This is pretty fucked. You also notice that Mom didn’t put Beth’s dad on the birth certificate.

It’s the last two that really fuck with you. September 12th, 2001. Two unnamed baby girls. Five minutes apart. Father unknown. No wonder you didn’t know about it.

On 9/11 you were in Newark, New Jersey, on standby for United Airlines Flight 93 to San Francisco. If someone had missed that flight, there would be particles of you all over Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

You were hoping to leave this shitbag town now that the only thing keeping you here was gone. Looks like you still have something to do here. At least you have a starting point now. From here it’s a matter of tracking down four female strangers of varying ages between 18 and 43, and making sure they’re taken care of. Piece of cake.

Your coffee is ice cold as you sip it, but the burn of the Irish is just what you need. You slip your phone out and kick it on. Research time. Unfortunately cel data is still off. Turning it on, pop up balloon tells you that you have 17 notifications for whatever the AMA is. What the hell. You don’t really have the head for research tonight anyway. You click on the AMA button.

You are greeted with a plain white screen with the plus heart logo in the top left corner, a drop down menu in the left with a red 17 next to it and a splash screen with some text on it. You quickly skim through it. Yada yada yada... five times faster... yada yada yada... intuitive scoring. Reads like a trainer for a Japanese dating sim.

You dig into the menu, looking over options like store (of course there are in-app purchases... this is an iPhone after all), settings, work groups, and finally at the bottom notifications. Being who and what you are you click on the settings button first. There’s a single toggle for Real-time Updates and another for notifications (sound or vibrate). Nothing that seems to be an off. No indication of the programmers behind it.

Next the store has a bunch of unlabeled icons, all of which have a little lock next to them. Waste of time. On to Notifications. Clicking on it you sip your coffee and nearly christen your screen with spit as you read through the 17 items.

11:22 11/29/19 - Beth +5 Affection

11:35 11/29/19 - Maureen +10 Love, +5 Lust

11:38 11/29/19 - Maureen +15 Lust

11:45 11/29/19 - Maureen +20 Lust

11:45 11/29/19 - Store can now be unlocked

11:46 11/29/19 - Beth +15 Affection

It continues on like that with Beth’s score climbing. What weird’s you out is your mom’s escalating Lust. As ill as it makes you feel, it looks like she got horny as hell before she passed. The remainder of the entries are spread out over the several hours you spent at the hospital signing paperwork and whatever, with the last four being from when you arrived at mom’s.

17:54 11/29/19 - Beth +5 Affection

18:15 11/29/19 - Beth +5 Love

18:20 11/29/19 - Beth +5 Love, +2 Lust

21:25 11/29/19 - Beth +15 Lust

21:25... that was five minutes ago. Beth’s been asleep for about two hours now.

It looks like reading the documentation would be helpful.