In the far distant future, long after mind uploading had become commonplace, the world server had no shortage of people. With a “real” population of 2 billion, and a virtual population of 100 billion, people had began to use those digital lives for entertainment. Out of the hundreds of small virtual planetoids, with access strictly regulated to protect the souls of those within, there was a special one that, every 24 hours, someone in the real world would be given access to. Able to be like god, and do almost everything they wish; broadcast as an 18+ stream that anyone in the real world can tune into for entertainment.
This was opt in of course. With those who decide to endure the chaos of the public planet for 120 years, permanently being granted special abilities like being able to fly, and adjust their appearance at will, starting the second they decide to go there. These abilities could of course, could be temporarily removed by whoever ‘god’ currently is for that day, along with pretty much everything else. With everything being restored at the end of every day, and traumatic memories of the events that unfolded being dampened by the simulation, people had little to lose by doing so, other than enduring a century of chaos
At midnight on August 29th, the sky blinked as usual. The inhabitants bracing themselves for the new day as the smiling face of a young woman fills the heavens. All the skyscrapers, settlements, and infrastructure that people had managed to construct amidst the daily chaos of the past millennium, being dwarfed as Aubrey, a 19 year old teenager, looks down at the planet on her phone’s screen. She had been lazily sitting in her bedroom, wearing a comfortable loose fitting basketball jersey and nothing else, when her phone lit up with the notification that she had won the draw
“WOOOAH! I won!? No waaay :D”
Her voice washes over the world. Not uncomfortably loud, but emitting from everywhere. The 52 million inhabitants brace themselves as much as they can, but get thrown about chaotically as Aubrey’s finger taps the screen. Bringing the steady rotation of the planet to a sudden halt.
“Boop!… this is sick! haha~”
People are thrown through walls, every above ground structure topples, and anything lighter than a freight train gets thrown for many miles. The orderly little planet appearing smeared to her from orbit thanks to her suddenly stopping it.
“Oooops! Sorrryyyy, but I have to do this!~”
She sarcastically says, with no consideration for what their experience may be as she starts spinning their world. Faster and faster, until it’s a spinning mass of brown on her screen. All of the vegetation, continents, and people being thrown from the surface, and orbiting in a rapidly forming ring around the planet which gets torn to pieces more and more with each spin. Being stripped nearly to its core, as Aubrey poses in front of her laptop’s camera. Holding her finger up to her phone screen, so that it looks like she’s balancing the world on her fingertip like a basketball. Taking a short recording, and posting it in a group chat so that her 6 friends can see it in the morning when they wake up.
“But anyways…”
And with another tap of her finger, the world is restored to how it was when her day started. With even those who had lived on the planet for decades looking up at her in fear. As by far the worst gods were those who were careless just like she is
“Can you guys hear me?.. Humm… how do I do that thoughts thing… ah! There we go~”
Aubrey turns to lay on her side, and rests her head on the pillow as she looks down at the world. With a mere tap of her finger, changing her voice from simply echoing across the planet as an all encompassing sound, to echoing through the thoughts of all who live on it. Making it hard for its inhabitants to focus on much of anything as her idle words get in the way of thinking
“Testing testing!!! Hellooooo~”
Her young voice rings through their minds. Giggling as she spots one of the options that she had seen used so many times on the digital world, and puts it to use. Starting a forced survey where the honest answers are truthfully lifted from the memories of everyone:
‘Can you hear me?~ <3”
* Yes (100%)
* No (0%)
“Cooooool! How about this, uhm….”
‘Do you think I’m cute?”
* Yes (81%)
* No (19%)
“Wow. Like, that’s so rude! Everyone should think I’m cute! Stupid dummies~”
Aubrey easily selecting the millions of people who didn’t find her cute, and using them as guinea pigs to see what she’s capable of. Laughing as at first, she transforms them into plain white socks. Their souls being forced to experience what it feels like to be an inanimate object made of fabric. She then overwrites their non-essential memories, with a picture from her phone of her and her volleyball team. All of their upbringings and personality and precious moments being replaced with an image of 6 sweaty young women on a volleyball court (their old memories getting restored at the end of the day, along with everything else of course). And finally, she takes all those sock people, and randomly puts them on the feet of the remaining 81%. Unable to be taken off until she lets them.
“Haha! That’ll teach them! This is like… so easy to use! Hey guyys~”
‘Should I take my shirt off?’
* Yes (91%)
* No (9%)
“Hah! Bunch of pervs~ I don’t want the whole world out here to see my tits you know~”
‘Should I spin the world again?’
* Yes (2%)
* No (98%)
“Humph! You don’t tell me what to do~”
Against everyone’s wishes, she then idly flicks the planet around on her screen. Crashing into the borders of the rectangle shaped quadrant of space, and getting smashed into a formless cloud of rubble in mere seconds, only to be restored instantly by her flicking the restore button
“But like… I can’t believe I’m getting to see these controls for myself guys! There’s so much~”
She says to the dazed planet. Rising from her bed with a cute yawn, and carrying her phone with her as she stops by the restroom. Plopping down on the toilet, and starting to piss with them still In hand. The sound of liquid hitting the side of the bowl echoing through everyone’s minds, as she flicks through the myriad of menus that are provided to play with the little world. The giant rectangle in space showing an intimidating visage of her looking down as she sits on the bowl
“You knooow… it is awfully late! I wanna be awake so I can enjoy the rest of my day playing with you guys…”
She flushes the toilet. The sound of rushing water overwhelming their thoughts as they see her carrying them back to her room without washing her hands. The view out of the phone camera providing a window into her life as they see her unkept room with dirty clothes littering the floor, an old duffel bag sitting in the corner, and her laptop sitting there with a dumb video she was watching paused.
“But I want to leave you guys with something! Today’s all about ME right?~”
She smirks, as she taps her finger again. Suddenly filling the air with music as she starts one of her playlists. Dooming the tiny world to a night of pop music and boy bands that softly play out of her phone’s speakers for her to fall asleep to. Her voice still penetrating their thoughts as she talks
“Aw man, I love this song~”
She drowsily says, as she hits the volume button a couple of times. Just slightly louder for her, but magnitudes louder for them. Ripples forming in people’s water glasses everywhere as her music rhythmically shakes their entire planet
“One more thing! You tiny losers should appreciate me while I sleep, so...~”
She types in 4 simple words to a dialog box. “I love Aubrey’s armpit”. Putting an overwhelming mask of love for her armpits over the minds of everyone. Still being ‘themselves’, but with a heartfelt love for her underarms eclipsing everything. Smiling at her handiwork, as she flicks off the phone screen, and places it on her nightstand. Dooming them to 8 hours of loud music and armpit love until she wakes up and says otherwise
As Aubrey peacefully sleeps in her room, the world that her phone had been given control of was in a frenzy. The auto-playing music running through her library of loud energetic music, with windows nearly shattering when it runs through her workout tracks. All the while, the world is hopelessly enamored by her armpits. The brief clip that people had gotten to record of her left underarm being distributed, and watched reverently. People get together for viewing parties, art shows, and broadcast it on loop for all to see on TV. The best artists in the world painting immaculate portraits of her armpit complete with sweat and hairs and deodorant residue; which they inexplicably find attractive and perfect. All because a girl lazily typed 4 words onto her phone before falling asleep
“Mmmmm… oh!! Good morning little guys~”
Her cute face re-appears in the heavens as she unlocks her phone. Half smushed into the pillow, with messy hair and a drowsy look on her face as she slowly comes to. Giving the world some relief as she taps her thumb, and puts a stop to the music. Zooming in from her heavenly view, and taking a closer look at one of the biggest metro areas
“Haaaa~ no waaaaay. I didn’t know how strong it was~”
She softly laughs, seeing her armpit projected onto every screen in the little world’s equivalent of time’s square. With people gathered around in tents, sharing meals together, and congregating around campfires while they watch it on loop
“Like… wow! I need to play with this more then huh?~”
Thousands within her view wave their arms up and yell at her to stop. Having a reverent love of her armpit, but enough sense to try to tell her no. Their cries managing to reach her as she pulls up the same text box with those four simple words in it
“Awwwh~ cmon you little things. It’ll be fun! Shush~”
She bullies, by pressing her finger down on the screen, and tracing it over their city. Like an invisible mountain sized boulder bulldozing entire districts with no more difficulty than an empty field, to create a heart shape from her birds eye view. Followed up with her tapping on the mute button, and silencing everything. A dead silence instantly falling over the world just to stop their squeaking protests. A stick of dynamite going off being unable to cause sound anymore than the rustling of a leaf would, as Aubrey’s voice emanates from their thoughts
“Hope you enjoy you little toys~ <3”
She reaches her other hand up, and starts idly typing a paragraph into that box. No longer just 4 words demanding love of her armpits, but so much more
“I love Aubrey’s armpit! I love her hair so much, I just want to hug her! I love everything about her and love being her toy~”
“Humph… is THAT enough?~”
She says in a playful, childing tone as she pulls another survey. Demanding more super private thoughts from the souls of everyone for her fun
‘Should I keep playing with this thing?~’
* Yes (60%)
* No (40%)
“Awh, not everyone? Oh well! I can keep this up you dummies~”
Millions cry out in quickly melting away opposition, as total love and adoration for Aubrey fills their hearts with every word she types. Their personalities and individualism getting drowned out by increasing demands from her about how they should think. People feebly trying to complain into the silent void as she continues to type:
‘I want aubrey to play with me forever and ever! I love her tennis shoes and cute shirt. I love that poster on the wall, her stylish gym shorts.. and most of all I love her dirty clothes!’
Aubrey giggles, as she rolls over in bed to rest hear head on a cool part of the pillow. Pointing her phone at her hamper in the corner, and taking a picture of it.
“Oh.. hm! There’s a lot this thing lets you do with photos guys… may as well try them all out right?~”
The hypnotized and helpless masses eagerly agree, as her picture in the sky gets replaced with the photo of her dirty clothes hamper. Then the rest of the sky, the ground they’re standing on, and the textures for everything on the planet. Literally everything being comprised of the image of her pile of clothes that she’d been meaning to wash. It doesn’t stop there, as she clicks the next option, and literally replaces everything with that image. No space, no planet, no 3 dimensions.
“Oooop! Did I break you guys?~ hmmm..~”
‘Can you still hear me?’
* Yes (100%)
* No (0%)
“Guess so! Haha…. Oh! There’s still a couple things I can do. Mmph, I need a coffee...”
She idly says, as she rises from her comfortable and warm bed. Meanwhile the 52 million people, unable to protest, simply exist in a state of constant bliss. Existing as the thing they love most, Aubrey’s dirty clothes. Scholars, geniuses, and influential figures from centuries past who had bravely taken on the challenge of the public planet for the sake of a better afterlife, being reduced to microscopic portions of an image to collectively reflect grass stained shorts, sweaty worn panties, and cute but dirty socks back up to the god that they love to be played with by so much. Aubrey totally oblivious and half paying attention as she drags her finger across all the remaining options, and unceremoniously tosses the phone onto her pillow. Getting water from her nightstand, opening the blinds, and making her bed to get the day started
Meanwhile, her idle selection of those options ravage people’s souls. Memories get erased, personalities get erased, all thoughts and sense of self gets erased. All replaced by that one image she took. All 52 million people being made perfectly identical and equal in that moment, as all thoughts that they can think are purely limited to the paragraph Aubrey typed. Every part of their existence erased and replaced by a tomboy’s filth without her even understanding the extent of her actions. Their entire purpose and calling, and all they can possibly do for all eternity, being confined to happily loving Aubrey and her clothes
“So… anyways! I have a fun idea guys~”
Aubrey says as she taps her finger. All of that overwriting, that paragraph of text, all of her hold over their lives evaporating in an instant as she undoes it all with a movement of her thumb. The little planet re-appearing as it had been, with all its inhabitants instantly their old selves again back in their usual bodies. The harrowing and unsettling terror of what she did barely having time to take hold as she demands more thoughts from everyone:
‘Should I have oatmeal, or waffles?’
* Oatmeal (59%)
* Waffles (41%)
“Hm! Waffles it is… now.
‘Orange Juice, or Milk?’
* OJ (30%)
* Milk (70%)
“Haha, I’m glad they added this feature! It’s fun. And like, I played with you guys a bunch so, it’s only fair you get to tell me what to do for a bit right?~”
Aubrey smiles, as she sets the phone down to make her food. The 52 million people having a chance to get their bearings and recover from the ordeal she had put them through. While not as traumatic as it should have been thanks to the simulation, people still remember everything. With most collapsing in their beds, sitting down, and otherwise just enjoying existing in a body and being able to think freely. Watching the view out of Aubrey’s phone camera in the sky as she picks it up again, and treats their collective consciousnesses as a magic 8 ball, where she chooses the answers. With each question demanded, the answers being forcefully, consciously thought out by everyone. Being completely aware of what she’s taking by force with each question asked
‘Shower, or no shower?’
* No (38%)
* Yes (62%)
‘Pineapple on pizza, or no?’
* No (63%)
* Hell no (37%)
‘Aubrey is cute?’
* Yes :D (59%)
* Absolutely! (41%)
“Hm! It was close but like, I DO need a shower, it has been a couple days. But don’t think you can get rid of me~”
She taps her finger, causing people to wince in anticipation of another existential action. But instead of that, she sets the phone down, and makes a heart with her hands, cutely smiling as the camera on a delay takes her selfie. And instead of replacing everything with that image, she just places it into everyone’s thoughts. Not overwriting anything, or getting in the way of any free thinking, but just making her selfie convey a feeling of warmth and love into everyone’s hearts
“Try not to miss me too much! Kay guys?~ I’ll be riiiight back~ <3”
Leaving her phone on the kitchen table, as she wanders off to grab some clothes, and heads to the bathroom to freshen up for the day ahead