After a bright flash of light, steven’s physical body evaporated, and it was over. Materializing in a split-second on the simulated landscape of virtual earth

“Hey sweetie you made it! Good to see you!~” His mother says, drawing him into a tight hug at the receiving station. At something similar to a train station, there were blue receiving pads neatly spread about the place. Where people make their 1 way journeys to the digital world. Coming in at several times per second, people from all over the world used the service LifeSync provides. Offering a sort of digital afterlife to those seeking asylum from troubles of the physical world like aging, money issues, and mortality. Instead wanting to spend an eternity with those they care about

“Ah.. Hi mom! Yeah I’m here. That was a lot less painful than I thought it would be. It’s weird to think that this is all in a computer somewhere. That WE’RE all in a computer somewhere. Doesn’t that make you worry sometimes?” He says, squeezing her close

“Sure it does honey. But hey, I likely wouldn’t be alive otherwise, and it’s quite nice here! It’s lovely never feeling tired, too” She says, as the pair walks hand in hand out of the building.

After walking out the automatic doors, their ears are graced with the noises of birds, and chatter of people as they go about their days in the city. Seemingly a hybrid of redwood forest and city, people go about their daily social lives without a care in the world. With no need for food or drink, and no requirement for things to be powered by something like in the real world, things were quieter than you’d expect aside. No sounds from airplanes or cars, nor the pollution they emit. With no infrastructure needed like roads, power lines, and underground pipes and wires, people are free to build wherever they please; able to teleport around the planet at will to wherever they need instead of relying on transportation networks

In the sky above, there were twinking stars and the sun as usual, however it’s well known that those are fake. With the world suspended in the void in a skybox of sorts, where the company logo is subtly watermarked onto a corner of the blue daytime sky, and as a constellation of stars during the night. With a surface area about a dozen times larger than the real earth is, there’s plenty of room to accommodate the only few million people who’ve transferred over/been born into the digital world

This place isn’t without it’s politics however, as much like the real world, over several hundred years people gravitate towards their own ideological groups. Forming tribes/factions that reside in corners of the globe that they’ve established. While others experiment with ways to push the simulation like trying to penetrate the invisible wall at the outer atmosphere to try and touch the skybox. Those movements having their protesters, with the general consensus being “don’t do that! You could crash our world!!”

Over the next dozen real life generations, LifeSync had begun to fall on hard times. With the further development of simulation technologies, they now had competitors to their service rather than being the lone option as they were when they started out. With the final nail in their coffin being a version of the technology that anyone can implement themselves. A able to beam yourself and a dozen other people into a centimeter wide cube with a battery that lasts practically forever, running at up to 100 years per every 1 real world second depending on the user’s preference: holding a small floating island world the size of a metropolitan city, rather than a massive globe like LifeSync’s world. This was much more appealing to the masses as in light of recent catastrophes, it allowed them to keep their loved ones close and safe instead of trusting a corporation to do it for them

After 900 years, with no deaths save for the few people who’ve had enough life and opted to erase themselves, the end times had come. Over the years as the world moved on, the world was contacting those in LifeSync’s world less and less. It was gradual, first them being taken off the internet from time to time to save on resources, to eventually being request only. And with monthly requests to communicate with them slowly dwindling to zero, it was eventually taken offline entirely. The entire planet of now 20 billion people existing entirely within the a rather expensive thumb drive, built to hold something as precious as billions of souls. This was kept by the company’s owner who treated it with the care and respect it deserves, but since his death, it was passed down from him, to his daughter. With the company long since dissolved, the reality of all those people with all their relationships, experiences, and very souls held between the fingers of…

a young lady. The new owner of the world, with no accountability or expectations from anyone, who has godlike power over the utopia that has been constructed over generations, being a single, moody, pregnant 23 year old woman. A woman who actually regularly calls in to a book club in the little reality, and talks to a pregnancy support group. About a dozen of her friends and people she regularly talks to, being held captive in her grip.

“Reeeeally? THIS is where you guys live? That’s so Adoooorable! I just have to show you guys a picture. Haha” She rhetorically says to the in-stasis, unplugged world. Taking the small rectangular device, and setting it down on the sole of her slippers to snap a picture. Thinking to herself “they’re going to love this! It’s funny and cute!~”

She then plucks it back up, and plugs it in to her laptop. And after just a couple seconds, the world pops up on her screen. With nobody the wiser as things carry on as usual, not even knowing that they were unplugged and shipped around for weeks in the real world. Nobody knowing that instead of being under the care of a team of people or responsible individual, a regular woman with no accountability whatsoever is now sitting as god of their little world

“This is going to be so much fun!~” She says to herself, as she reaches her hand down, and clicks the mouse.

As she clicks the mouse, the world shutters. Something that had never happened in the entire existence of the little reality. People beam themselves outside, look to the heavens for irregularities, and check the world’s sensor stations to see if anything’s amiss. Word quickly gets out that something is wrong, as the always present passive connections, that leaders could use to contact the outside world, were closed. To most this wasn’t a cause for concern, but those more paranoid were becoming nervous, with their contact in case things broke being suddenly ripped from them

As all this uneasiness was happening, a woman named Liz would suddenly jump in her seat. A lady with the body of a 19 year old, who’s actually 241 years old, was enjoying some guilty pleasure time reading erotic literature in her isolated treehouse retreat. When suddenly her train of thought was shoved out of the way to make room for the voice of god speaking into the microphone “Hi liiiiz! How’s it going girl!! Can you hear me?~”

She just about falls over. Shocked by the powerful, loud voice in her mind, she shakily replies. “Jeez… Jenny! You’re so loud! Could you turn yourself down a touch? Also, how are you talking to me? I didn’t give permission like you usually have to...”. On jenny’s side, Liz’s voice emanates from the laptop’s speakers. The screen displaying Liz and her home as though it were an open dollhouse

“Oh… sorry about that!Here, is this better?” She replies. Turning her microphone down to a more acceptable volume

“Much… but how are you talking to me? That’s not right...” She says with concern, putting the book down. She then walks to the window and looks out at the lush treetops of the tropical rainforest where she situated this treehouse. Light from the simulated moon in the skybox reflecting off of waterfalls and treetops, which really show off the beauty of the landscape

“Like… I can show you! Hang on, let me just….” And suddenly… the sky was gone. The sun and moon, blue sky and starry night gone in an instant as the picture that makes up the skybox is ripped from its folder by Jenny. A pitch-black void broken only by artifacts of programming, formless faint flickers of light, taking its place.

“JENNY OH FUCK! CALL FOR HELP OUR SKY JUST WENT OUT!!” Liz instinctively panics, much like the rest of the world. Across the globe, people rush to turn on lights, and look to the vacant sky with panic and confusion. This had happened a couple times in the world’s history, as a minor error by those tending to the simulation, and during brief periods when a change was made to the sky. But this time, it was very deliberate. Not knowing what it is, Jenny had simply grabbed the carefully crafted image, and dropped it in her computer’s trash can

“Sheesh liz… calm down! It’s no big deal just, hang on a sec. This should work… there!~” Then just as quickly, the picture of the thumb drive sitting in her slipper fills the heavens. A cute little thing, small enough that it’d fit under her big toe, sitting in the imprint of the ball of her heel. Every detail of the slipper worn and smothered by years of wear suddenly dominating the heavens. The image, stretched across the sky, basked the world in its unnatural light as unlike the carefully engineered properties of the old sky, this image has none at all. A uniform pink/brown/white light shining down from all directions. This causes even more panic than the blank void, as people begin to become suspicious of what for many, was their worst fear. The world falling into the unaccountable hands of an ordinary person

”You should be able to see the picture now! Isn’t that so adorable? That’s your whole world! ^^”

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT!!? Jen that’s not possible.. there’s no way. We’re supposed to be protected, under regulations. You shouldn’t be able to just, change the sky like that. That sky took many years to make by people all over the world! A-and...what do you mean that’s us?….”

“Mhm! That’s YOU! And the whole little planet. My dad peacefully passed on to the family simulation, and the company’s been dissolved for years now… so now this world is mine! Isn’t that nifty?~” She smiles, seeing her friend looking up at the sky on her screen. The poor panicked woman looking to the admittedly still beautiful landscape, which is now tainted by slipper-colored light

“NO that’s terrifying! Liz if we’re in there… you can’t just put us in your slipper! You have to keep us safe. A-and that was the sky you replaced! You.. you just made your slipper picture the sky. You didn’t share it with just me! Everyone can see it, just please give us our sky back I’m begging y----”

“Oh I… What? Goodness…. how CUTE! That’s kind of adorable don’t you think? Here… can you see this?” Her womanly giggle rings in her friend’s mind as suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the sky becomes a picture of her toes. The world now a tan color from the light emitted by an image of mostly her skin, with spots of sky blue shining from her nails. This image in particular, she had actually sent Liz weeks ago after getting a pedicure

“Y-yes I can! Everyone can!! But…”

“Awwwh! That’s so fun! I’ll have to play with that more later. I’m sure everyone’s loving seeing how pretty my toes are! Haha~” She says. Being a ditz and not really grasping how much 20 billion people is, or the magnitude of what she’s done. Her toes, and the drive everyone had seen in the slipper currently being the talk of the world. Utter chaos and fear gripping everyone as the uncertainty of what’s happening looms over them

“Later though! I actually have to go grab some groceries… I’ll just take you with me! Can’t leave you all unattended after all” Jenny’s voice rings in Liz’s head, as she reaches her hand to the side, and grips the little drive

“N-no jen wait please be carefu----” and then nothing. The concerns of everyone, people both young and old of all backgrounds, with all their marvels and history and accomplishments, suddenly being put in stasis once again as Jennifer pulls their drive out of the machine

“Don’t worry! I got you~” She rhetorically says. The planet’s window gone from her screen, as she holds their existence in stasis between her fingertips. As she walks down the hall to freshen up, she casually tosses it up and down in her hand. Setting it down on the counter next to her sink as she does her hair and makeup, and makes herself presentable to go outside. She then smiles as she grabs up the tiny little drive, gives it a kiss, and drops it into the cavern that is her purse. Filled with everyday items like tampons, chapstick, chewing gum, sweetener packets, and now an entire reality with 20 billion souls. Which as she walks out the door and goes about her business, gets bounced around and lost in the mess among everything else

“Okay… thank you anyways! Humph.” Jenny says with an edge of sarcasm. Frustrated that at the grocery store, they were out of the special brand of tomato sauce she was craving. Jenny walking her way across the parking lot, loading up her groceries into the car, and easing herself into the car seat with her 6 months pregnant body.  As she does this, she takes her purse, and carelessly tosses it into the passenger seat; causing the drive to get slammed and smothered underneath her much heavier phone and an old gum wrapper

10 minutes later, Jen arrives at home. Unloading her haul, and putting everything away where it belongs. But as she takes out her phone, their entire existence gets caught in her grip as well. Falling out of her hand, and down to the tile floor with a little clatter. “Oh shoot… sorry little guys~” she sweetly says, as she raises her foot over it, and casually grips it between her toes thinking nothing of it. Passing it up to her hand, and shoving it down her bra as she goes about her duties. 20 billion people having no idea that, with every one of her steps, the little drive was being pounded by the rising and falling of her breast.

An hour later, Jenny sits down in her room. Sitting completely naked aside from her soft pink fuzzy robe, she takes them, and finally plugs them back in. Getting a cute idea, and this time plugging them in with an extension cable

“--be careful!! All of our lives are in that drive you have to… huh?” Liz continues where she left off, before she’s interrupted by a notification. Those in charge, now actively monitoring the state of their world, had sent a notification to everyone: This just in, world was offline for 7 hours, image of toes still dominating the heavens

“Jen… what did you--- AH! Jen stop! You can’t just… do that!” Liz says, as her TV in the corner turned itself on. Instead of Jen’s voice invading her thoughts, her image and voice were simply broadcast to that screen.

“Hi again liz! Sorry about that, but I did have to run errands. I hope my purse wasn’t too bad?” She casually says, idly clicking on social media in the window next to the planet

“I… Jen we didn’t notice! I mean, we know that we were off for 7 hours, but to us that time passed in an instant! Do you understand?” She says with her voice full of worry. Trying to get her friend to understand the magnitude of her actions

“Oh! So… you won’t notice if I just...” She giggles, holding up the cable connected drive, and gripping it with her fingers

“NO JEN PLE---” She unplugs it again. Fidgeting with it some, and setting it down on the bed next to her butt as she replies to a text. 5 minutes later, plugging it back in

“--ASE Don’t… argh! This is serious jen you can’t just play with us like that! There are so many people in your hands, you just have to be more careful… please?” She says, her tone dense with desperation as she noticed Jen’s image skip, and shortly after got the notification about the most recent power off

“You know, I don’t understand why you’re worrying so much. I’m great! And this thing belongs to me now. I get that you live in here, and that Thomas and Sherry do to… but it’ mine you know?” She says, as she holds it up to the camera. Completely dwarfed by her massive digits like it’s nothing

“Jen… I’m scared. What if you spill water on us! Or delete us….”

“Nonsense! I’d never do something like that. Promise~” She smiles, making Liz wince as she takes the drive… and casually uses the rectangular edge of it to itch her left breast.

“JEN I’M SERIOUS! Put us down!! I’m serious please...”

“You know, I’ve had a rough day today Liz. And if I want to play with something I own, then I will. I already said I won’t hurt you guys, so shush.” She says, clicking off Liz, and zooming out all the way. Her desperate friend’s voice fading into the distance. Liz’s TV fading to static as God’s focus shifts. Total silence coming out of the speakers as Jen looks down at the world on her screen. Slowly rotating, and instead of seeing it suspended in a normal sky, she sees their whole world floating against a backdrop of her feet.

“Aha… so THAT’S what Liz was on about. I don’t know why she was so worked up about it, this is adorable~” Jenny smiles, as she carelessly takes the sky, and shifts it around a couple times. First to the cute selfie she uses for her profiles, then to the ultrasound of her baby. And finally, to a photo from a few years ago at the water park. The image of Jen and her two girlfriends’ young wet bodies being on display for the world to see. “That’s much better to look at than some boring sky background. Gosh I should really reconnect with Stacy and Allison sometime. That was a fun day” She thinks to herself. Treating the sky as a desktop background for her, rather than the thing an entire world has to look at

Meanwhile, the world sat staring up at the sky. With every minute, from the timing of when they were off, to the haphazard nature of stuff happening, the general consensus was leaning more and more heavily towards the world having a single owner now. Mostly evident by the images presumably from a woman’s camera roll being plastered on the sky. With the initial panic over, and with some breathing a sigh of relief that the world had not yet ended, the little world’s social media was in a frenzy. Some groups of people (containing mostly foot fetishists) congregated, and even had meetups where people praised and discussed her feet in the sky. Setting up booths to get their nails painted in the same way Jen’s are. At the same time, a poll was quickly rising in the ranks “Which beach babe is your favorite? Vote now~” getting millions of votes every second, with Left girl (Stacy) having a substantial lead. Most people still had some uneasiness about what was happening, and demanded answers, but to take the edge off a lot of the planet resorted to participating in fun activities to make light of their current existentially terrifying situation

And all of this life and activity, is happening in the little cable connected thing nestled in Jenny’s lap. Practically touching her womanhood through her robe, and hopelessly dwarfed by her oversized belly, their tiny existence was allowed to carry on for an uninterrupted 10 minutes as she has her attention taken by the TV. Watching the weather, and flicking to a re-run of her favorite soap opera, before she lazily turns her attention back to the peacefully rotating planet: now getting some of the blue light it’s used to with much of the sky’s image being water.

As she clicks around, she presses her mouse down on the planet. Not that anyone could really tell right away with how haphazard the sky is, and how the rotation of the planet is programmed, but the subtle rotation of the world suddenly came to a grinding halt. At a standstill on her screen, which she then playfully flicks the opposite direction. Causing the sky to become a dizzying frenzy, and forcing many to look down and shield their eyes; nothing but a blur of girls and pool. “It’s just like a globe on my desk! I think I’m going to go…. Here!~” Jen thinks, smiling as she brings it to a sudden stop once again. The mouse cursor, invisible to the inhabitants of the world, coming to rest atop a small town in the northern hemisphere: “New Saintsville”

Jen zooms in on this town, and sees people congregated together. About a hundred men and women meeting in the town square and conversing with eachother about current events. Setting up camp around their local receiving station, to get regular updates about the world in these unstable times. The most recent of which being that of the world’s rotation; which experts say had no discernible pattern whatsoever. At this point, most had agreed that they were in someone’s hands now, and were speculating about who their owner must be. Based on the images that had appeared so far, including the ultrasound, most were speculating that the world must be in the hands of a woman; perhaps in her early 30s. But based on the foot picture and water park image, others were estimating that she could be as young as 19. All of them being completely oblivious to Jenny’s all seeing eyes as she pans her focus down to their town square.

Seeing all of this in perfect detail, as though it were real life, Jenny couldn’t help but smile. Seeing lovers holding hands, making smores around campfires together, and staring at what she can now see is a quite daunting visage of her and her friends in the sky. And as she watches their lives play out in front of her, and hears the sound of the people talking with one another and ambient noise like winds brushing through trees, she can’t help but reach down… and grab the cable. Feeling a sense of power, but not quite in a cruel way, as she dangles their existence quite literally by a thread. And after she casually drops it (the drive now nearly wedged between her mattress and bare thigh), she taps on the microphone icon.

“Hello down there! New Saintsville is it? Can you all hear me?~” The voice of god localized entirely within the perimeter of the little town. Jenny gets her answer right away, as the moment she speaks, she sees everyone react. Looking around for the source of the sound, which appears to be coming from every direction at once. “Good! Well… hello! Sorry about that dears, this is all kind of new to me. I’m still figuring out how to… ah! There we are~” Her booming giggle shakes the very air, as she presses her finger down, and traces the mouse cursor over a field of well maintained lawn. Heaps of dirt and stone getting pushed aside like nothing, as what appears to be a giant invisible boulder plows a football field sized heart into the earth

The once peaceful congregation is now in chaos. Hearing the woman’s voice, and seeing an unknown force bulldoze the neighboring field, people ran for cover. Jenny seeing them panic and run and scramble around, similar to a bunch of ants who just had their nest disturbed by a tennis shoe stepping down. “Awwwh… come on. Don’t be like that! Come back outside please.” She politely demands. A few brave souls, 3 men and 2 women, actually do heed the ever present voice and do as she asks; whether it be out of fear or courage. But the rest of them stay indoors for worry of what might happen.

“Thank you dears for being good and listening! Like I said.. I am new to controlling this little world thing, and could use some help learning to play with it!~ I can’t wait to… oops~” Jenny laughs, as the window suddenly closes. By shifting a bit in bed, her thigh had caught the cable, and tugged it out of the laptop. Which she plugs back in a moment later. “Ah sorry! I didn’t mean to tug you guys out like that. But as I was saying… I really appreciate the help guys! <3”

Jenny says, as she focuses on those few people, and clicks on one of them.

Jen, with her back starting to sweat in the warm embrace of the robe, casually slips it off. Picking up the laptop and the cable connected reality, and setting it on her bare thighs. Jen smiles as the machine supporting their ongoing existence starts spinning one of its fans to cool, blowing a gust of warm pleasant air between her legs. “So! Let’s hear from you first mister! What do you have to say?~” She says, as she clicks on a man who physically appears to be 18 years old. The boxes of information about him that pop up on her screen however, inform her that his name is Mike, and that he is in fact 150 years old: a bit on the younger side for the non-native residents of the land.

“W-wha… ma-am can you hear me?” His voice emits from her laptop’s speakers. Mike responding to the request because shortly before she spoke, he was overcome with a tingling wave of warmth in his soul. His alive and active existence being presented live to Jen as a few boxes on the screen

“YES sweetie, I can year you~” She says with a giggle. Causing his town to shake with every word. Most villagers watch the 5 from a distance through their windows

“Well.. ma-am… what’s going on? What’s happening to our world? You’re clearly on the outside… is everything okay?” He asks with baited breath, and a glance at his home in the distance, where he lives with his wife of well over a century

“Oh! How rude of me. I should have introduced myself! My name’s Jen, and I’m your new owner! Isn’t that nifty?~”

“B-but what about the company? And all the employees who checked in on us...”

“Nope! The company actually closed years ago, and I just inherited you all from dad! I have it aaalll to myself~”

And with that, word spreads like wildfire. Her friend Liz, who’d been trying to convince other people of their situation, went from being shrugged off, to taken very seriously. Confirming to all that the image that was in the sky before, of the USB drive resting in the toe section of a slipper, was in fact where they were all residing. Naturally this causes quite a panic, and quite a division among the billions of people on the simulated world. Surprisingly, over half of them were okay with this. “Well it’s about time a woman got power instead of stuffy older men”, “At least she’s hot!”, “We all knew this might happen someday, at least it’s not some snot-nosed brat” supporters of current events say. Meanwhile the rest of the inhabitants fall into a hopeless, existential fear. “If she fucked with the planet’s rotation and what we see in the sky, who KNOWS what she might do next”, “That’s our flash drive in her shoe? I bet she leaves us in her pocket and puts us through the washing machine...”, “Casually unplugging us so often? Odds are we don’t last a week”. Preparing for the worst, and making amends/spending times with their loved ones

“Miss.. the way you speak of us, it sounds like you’re thinking of us as a toy... do you understand that billions of people live here? I have a wife and family in here you know, you should really---”

“Well, you ARE in a way, aren’t you? I understand that you’re people yes, but this is MINE now you know? Lord forbid I use it for a bit of entertainment”

“Ma-am we’re NOT toys! Please don’t---- I LOVE jen so much! Jenny has such a cute butt! Way better than that dumb neighbor girl Becky…. W-what… Jen!! What did you do?!” he panics, as his speech was interrupted by Jen’s divine intervention. Playfully puppeting the man and forcing him to say as she pleases

“Oh shush.. don’t be such a baby! Haha~” Her overwhelming laughter fills the air, as with a flick of her finger, the man’s clothes were gone. Just to see him stammer and panic to cover himself up. “I’m looking at your memories right now… and you really have a fetish for… size? That’s so strange! But hey, I won’t judge~”

His wife, one of the other four, starts to say some choice words to the divine voice in the heavens against her husband’s abuse, when she suddenly sees him vanish. A tiny unnoticed dot barely discernible to his spouses’ eye among blades of grass. Unlike the dirty physical world where there are insects and filth, Mike would see nothing but a tidy plain of brown dirt, with tree sized grass

“You BITCH! You rude fuck bring him back! Ohmygod mike… MIKE!!” She falls to her knees. Thinking that the woman hid the sky had erased her husband. Either on purpose or accident. This is short lived however, as she sees the love of her life on the ground between her knees where she was kneeling; A tiny tan speck between her knees waving up for her attention “Oh... thank god!!…” However, not being selected, Jen heard none of the rudeness. Only seeing the wife kneel down, pinch him up, and run back to her home with him in stow

“Aww~ How CUTE! That’s fine… I’ll leave you two be… HEY!~” She giggles as she sees another two of the 5 brave souls make a run for it. “Hmph.. you know that running won’t get you away from me, right guys?” She giggles, as she sees one of them trip on a root, and wipe out into some grass. Running around the small trench of the heart she had carved to try and get to the perceived safety of their homes before the unaccountable deity tries to do anything to them as well. This leaves only one person remaining. A woman with long brown hair and a thin sundress with nothing underneath, waving her arms up at the sky to get Jen’s attention

“Hellooo! Hello ma-am can you… a-ah! I take it you can hear me now? That feels so strange...” She more cheerfully says, with less of a hint of fear in her voice, and more of a tone of eagerness

“What… this?~” Jen smiles, as she tap taps her mouse on Lily. Her soul getting splashed around like a calm pool of water, and disrupted so much by jen’s prodding that she couldn’t even think straight. The poor woman falling to the ground and laughing like she’s being tickled aggressively on a spiritual level

“Y-yeah that! A-ah! Jenny stooop! Hahaha~” Which she does. Giving the poor lady a moment to gather herself

“Lily is it? Why did those four run away from me? I wasn’t doing anything bad to them…. And why didn’t you run? Tell me.” Jen says in a casual, demanding tone. The sounds of her shifting in bed, her scratching her ass, and the faint noise of her TV in the distance being heard by all. Much to her surprise, unlike the others she’s talked to so far, Lily responds to her demand right away with no hesitation

“Because you’re scary hun! You have to put yourself in their shoes… you spun our planet like a toy earlier, made the sky be a picture of presumably you and your couple friends, and your voice is so loud. You’re like a god to us, Jen.” Lily plops herself down on the ground. Lying on her back on the side of a grassy hill, and looking up at the sky of 3 girls in swimsuits. “Which one are you?~”

“Oh that? I’m the girl in the center! This picture is from about a decade ago when I was in high school. Those two were my BFFs! I’m probably going to call them later~” She smiles, looking curiously at the girl on that soft grassy hill, and taking a glance at her stats. “Oh WOW, you’re.. 1143 years old?! That’s so long!!”

“Mhm! It’s been a good run so far, but recently it has gotten sort of boring. Part of the appeal of this was to be unbound by the rules of the real world, you know? And then they go about regulating everything to make it close to the real world again.” Lily sits up, and looks to the sky with eyes that have seen over a dozen generations, and lived more life than most people, but still in a young and healthy simulated body nonetheless. “Jen, look at my mind just like you did to that poor boy you shrunk. You’ll see why I didn’t run from you.”

“U-uhm… come again?” Jen says, being caught off guard by the woman’s openness. Flicking through the woman’s most private thoughts like nothing, and seeing her history. From her real-world life, to centuries wasted on degeneracy, thrills, and leisure, to half a millennium of her settling down and growing a family tree of over 1000 individuals all rooting back to her as their common ancestor. Intimate moments with her 8 different husbands, heartwarming moments of holidays and family gatherings with her descendants, and all of her memories being swiped through indiscriminately by Jen as though they were a book. Getting to her fetishes and innermost feelings last, and seeing “Oh!.. I see, one of your original motivators for coming here was… to be played with by regular person turned deity? That’s so CUTE!~”

Lily blushes, and turns away. Faintly remembering and feeling things as Jen callously accesses them and demands they be recalled, whether Lily wants them to or not. “Y-yes ma-am! You’re too much dear… gosh, how old are you?”

“Oh me? I’m 23… but that’s not for a TOY like you to worry about~” Jen teases

“Oh nooo! I’m sorry god, my mistake~” Lily plays along, sharing a laugh with Jen. “Gosh… you’re so young!! You’re like a child….” Lily says, all flustered “Y-you said you wanted to learn how to play with us right?… Play with me. Please.”

“Well… if you insist~” She says, as she clicks on lily, and playfully erases her name. Her mind going numb, as god alters her to be named ‘Jenny 2’. The simulation updating things so that Lily, all her descendants, and all of their history were altered so that she was always named ‘Jenny 2’. “Haha, that’s a much needed improvement! Don’t you think Lily?”

“Hmmn?~” Lily says, shrugging off the haze over her mind once Jen stops typing. “Wait my name’s Not Li… L… it’s Jenny? Jenny 2?...” Her face turns red as she realizes what had been done. Remembering faintly that she used to be named something else, but unable to recall what it was as she rises to her feet, and places her hands on her hips. “Ha-ha how very original Jenny. I guess I’m your Jenny Tw----”

And then suddenly, the program closes, and computer starts shutting down. Turning itself off automatically as its battery had been depleted. Their existence once again put in stasis, and reduced to a small inanimate object which Jen casually unplugs. “Awh poop. Well it is late, you don’t mind waiting a little longer do you babies? Momma needs her sleep~” She casually says to the small rectangle. Jenny then rises to her feet, and cradles their existence in her left hand. Rolling it around, squeezing it with her powerful fingers, and tapping on it with her nails as with her other hand, she gets herself ready for bed. Brushing her teeth, using the bathroom, and making the bed with them in tow.

“Goodnight little Jenny~” She smiles, as she takes their existence, and shoves it under her pillow. Their precious little rectangle pinned under mountains of cotton, weighed down by their new god’s peacefully resting face as she sleeps

Graced by a stream of sunlight coming in through the blinds, Jen wakes up with a start. Idly massaging her belly, and tracing her palm down towards her womanhood. Not to masturbate, but idly rubbing herself and letting out a small moan of comfort. Then, with that same hand, she reaches under her pillow, and plucks up their little reality. On her way to the kitchen, as she drowsily navigates her home to the coffee machine, she uses their little drive to satisfy an itch on her right armpit. The non-connector side of the drive getting dirty with a layer of sweaty day-old deodorant and armpit hair too thin for her to notice

“Mmmph… good morning babies...” she says to the little rectangle. She starts brewing some coffee, and then eases herself into a chair at the kitchen table while she waits. Listening to the sound of wind chimes outside, watching the leaves in her backyard’s trees blow in the wind, and humming to herself. Jen then looks to the table. Seeing her phone, and absolutely miniscule flash drive, all dwarfed by her large pregnant belly, she then giggles to herself at a funny idea. Reaching for her phone, and flicking on the camera

“--o now. I… oh. Jen, dear, can you hear me?” Lily (Jenny Two) says, seeing an announcement on a nearby display board that 9 real world hours had just blinked by

“Ah.. good morning ‘Jenny Two’! Did you sleep good?… oh I suppose you didn’t sleep at all. It’s only been like, a second for you right?” Jen’s voice resonates across the still selected town. “Sorry about the cutoff last night! I forgot to charge my laptop and it shut off”

“Yes!! It has, and I’d really appreciate if you didn’t unplug us so much, and used us on something more stable than a laptop! I-if you want, ma-am” She pleads in a not-quite-worried tone, and more out of practicality; wanting to experience as much as possible

“Hmmm.. I’ll think about it...”

“And ma-am could you change my name to what it was before? O-or something else entirely if you want, but something different would be… oh GOODNESS” Jenny Two stumbles back, as the lighting outside and image in the sky change dramatically in an instant. Instead of the 3 girls at a pool, the heavens were taken almost entirely up by Jen’s pregnant stomach, with the little drive precariously perched on top. At the bottom and top of the frame, at the edges of the sky, Jen’s boobs from the nipples down could be clearly seen, along with her vagina mostly blocked by her stomach with the angle the picture was taken at. Some of her brown curly brush could be seen by all though, just over the edge

“Do you think this is a good picture? Or should I take another… humm~” She tap taps her finger on the mouse. Causing everything to harmlessly, but very noticeably shake with each one. “Silly, you said you wanted to be a TOY! Toys don’t get a say in what they’re called~” Jenny teases, as she selects Lily’s name, and replaces it with “Diaper”. Thoughts of her upcoming childbirth clearly on her mind

“A-ah Jen… God please...” She says in an embarrassed huff, as her memories are altered on a whim from Jen. Remembering her first marriage, when her husband in the real world got down on one knee and said “Oh DIAPER, would you be my wife?” followed up with their honeymoon, where the two of them spent a weekend of fucking and getting intimate with one another. The husband pounding his meat into her ass, and moaning like “DIAPER you little slut, mmph~”. And remembering pivotal moments in her life like her first job in the real world, where they set up an engraved nameplate with her name “Miss DIAPER – sales associate” written on it. Her kids as well, all thousands of them over the millennium of digitized life, would likewise have their memories altered as a result of Jen spending 2 seconds replacing that one field of text. Knowing that something changed regarding their greatest grandmother, but unable to place what it was exactly. As far as they know, she had always had the name.

“Jen please---”

“No no, call me ‘Ma-am’, I like that! And I deserve the respect. Given the circumstances~”

“My apolagies maam, but...” She winces as she remembers her college graduation, where they called her name out: ‘And for a Bachelor’s in Business Management… Miss DIAPER’. “...Could you please give me my name back maam.. whatever it was? It’s… it doesn’t feel right!”

“Ah-ah, I don’t think so! You TOLD me you wanted to be a toy, and I can see in your cute wittle head that you want to be one! So I’m going to use you as such, to learn how to play with you little things~” Jen giggles, as she sees the concerns rising in Lily’s mind, represented as a neat little text feed on her screen. “I know you’re worried, but I promise I won’t break you. Cmon, it’ll be fun!~”

She says, as she takes control of Lily’s speech

Overcome with a sudden, un-ignorable urge, Lily acts outside of her own control and says “Yes maam! Anything you want maam! You’re the biggest mommy ever and you deserve a cool toy like us!~” She blinks, blushing at such callous control of her being, but genuinely being thankful at the woman’s reassurance. “O-okay but please be care---”

“That’s right! You dears are the best babyshower gift that a woman could have asked for, and you better appreciate being mine~” She smiles, as she clicks and prods at Lily’s options. While one dialog box clearly controls her speech, she sees another dialog box that’s responsible for her current actions. Currently reading: ‘Admiring Jen’s belly in the sky’, Jen changes it to ‘Hugging the nearest person’

Lily, overcome with a different kind of urge, finds herself running across the field to the nearest dwelling. “M-maam! What.. what did you dooooo!~” she almost happily cries out, as her body acts outside of her own free will. Barging through the door, and hugging a man she barely knows. “I-I’m sorry son I’m not doing thi---” to the surprise of both of them, she suddenly goes in and kisses him on the lips.

“Awwwh… how CUTE! You’re people, but I can treat you like dolls almost!” Jenny laughs, as she clicks on the man, and Liz, and dictates that both of them ‘Kiss and hug until 2PM’, 3 hours from now. The pair of them awkwardly getting words to eachother in between kisses:

“W-what’s happening diaper---mwah”

“Our new owner’s making us--- mwah”

“Wha---mwah mwah mwah”

Lily’s hands over his shoulders, and his hands groping her butt, as the pair kiss and make out at Jen’s command.

“Good! You two keep at it okay? I’ll come back to you little lovebirds soon. But I feel that it’s time I give this little world a proper introduction~” Jen smiles, as she clicks off of them, and zooms out. All the way out, so that the world is not much more than a little marble on her screen. And with a simple click and drag, she highlights the world in a semi-transparent rectangle, and releases. Just like selecting icons on her desktop, she selects all 50 billion people with one motion. Their whole planet’s souls at her mercy, all at once. While she can’t hear them, they can all certainly hear her. The planet physically vibrating with the sheer power of the sounds being sent through her microphone, as she opens her mouth and says “HELLOOO!!! Sweeties can you hear me?~” Tap tap tapping on the mic for good measure

While Jenny was playing with Lily, a couple village residents had gotten their cameras out, and started broadcasting what was unfolding. Knowledge of what kind of woman Jen is spreading rapidly across the globe. About how she considers them a baby shower gift and how she casually controls Lily (in mostly harmless ways). All the while, people would see the new heavenly image, which really drives home their new position in the world. Sitting atop this pregnant lady’s oversized stomach, was the entire world for the 90% of residents who had been born into the digital reality. Where billions had been raised, found their first love, and lived for centuries, being like nothing compared to the woman who had put them there so carelessly. And as people got out their telescopes, and observed the plain black metallic rectangle, they could only guess what the residue is on the non-connector end of the flash drive. Tainting the clean metal surface in a layer of mystery grime. As they all collectively get selected, the world appears to slow down to a halt for 1 second. Not from lag, but from their collective souls getting loaded and aggregated in a way that Jen could see, and interact with. And as Jen speaks, the world really gets put on hold. No matter what anyone was doing, everyone’s attention was drawn to the godlike, feminine voice seeming to emanate from every atom on the planet. Not overpoweringly loud, but anything louder than a whisper from Jen’s laptop completely overrides any other sound. Crowds convene in times square like locations all across the little globe, and look towards the sky in with baited breath as Jen acts on all of them.

“Helloo? Cmon answer me you silly toys~” She teasingly demands, only to be greeted with silence from her speakers. “Humm.. I must be doing something wrong. Hang on dolls~”

Meanwhile, across the globe billions were calling out to the heavens: “We can hear you god!”, “Please be careful Jen!”, “Nice tits lady~”. Much to the dismay of those who still refuse to accept their new place in life. Words unheard by Jen as on her side, all she sees is the tiny teal marble, floating against a backdrop of her belly picture

“mmmm… oh! This looks promising, I could go for some… ooop! Excuse me~” She giggles. Sitting alone, and naked on the leather sofa in her living room, she had let out a small fart .A fart that would be forcibly heard by all of them across the little planet. “There’s a stats option that looks promising! I want to learn about you dears~” While all the same fields were available as though she had selected a single person, there were a few more options that had appeared due to her selecting multiple. When their corporation was still in business, these soul-searching functions were very privileged and confidential, with their existence only ever known by statisticians and psychologists who had signed mountains of paperwork. But now that Jen is the sole owner, she can freely do anything she wanted with no regards for how powerful they are

“Oooooo! I can search through the THOUGHTS of you all? That sounds so fun! Humm~” The sound of keyboard clicks could be heard, and then with one last tap… the world goes silly. For about 5 seconds, every single person on the flash drive, all of them, were overpowered and compelled to share their opinion on… jen’s ownership of their world. Some people vocalize their uncesored honest opinion that jen demanded to the heavens, in a display of what would be considered worship or blasphemy in a non-simulated world, while some others just sat there in a feeble daze. Their opinion gathered and aggregated straight from their minds by the simulation regardless

On Jen’s side, things are far less dramatic. Directly below their planet on her screen, there’s a search bar with the question she asked “Do you like belonging to me now?” filled in. After hitting enter, after only a couple seconds, the worldwide praise/disdain was aggregated into a simple: 70.3% Yes 19.7% No. “Awh that’s rude! I’m sure they’ll ALL love me soon enough though~” she thinks to herself. Amused by this ability to get insights about people, and being blissfully unaware of how it’s forcing people to think their opinions in order to collect them, Jen then goes on a searching binge. Thinking that it’s just a simple search, and that nobody’s the wiser as she types:

“Can you hear me?”

100% Yes

0% No

“Oh so you all CAN hear me! That’s good to know. I suppose I should tell you that my name’s Jen. If you didn’t know already, I’m your new owner! Can you… hm~”

“Can you see my picture in the sky?

100% Yes

0% No

“… That picture I put in the sky? That’s my belly! I’m pregnant with a cute lil baby girl, and am due to give birth in a few months. And that little black drive sitting on top of her, that’s YOU guys! Look at how tiny compared you are to my baby. It’s so cute! I’m thinking about naming her Jane, or maybe Abagail… or maybe Ashley. Humm… I don’t know. I guess I have some time to decide? But ANYWAYS, you’re all mine now! So you better get used to me ^^” She says. Her voice being all they can hear as she simply talks. Scared virtual people unable to console their loved ones, happy people unable to discuss god’s boobs, and no social activity at all really being able to even come close to taking precedent over Jen’s voice. The sound of keys being heard in the background to all as Jen proceeds to opinions out of the planet. Each having just as much of an overpowering, compulsive effect as her first question, as she happily types:

“Are you a woman?”

53% Yes

47% No

“Do you LOVE me?”

61% Yes

39% No

“Do you like my toenails? I know I do!”

80% Yes

20% No

“Should I use your drive to store movies instead of you guys?”

1% Yes

99% No

“Should I use your drive to store my old beach pictures instead of you guys?”

8% Yes

92% No

Jen’s laughter could be heard all across the globe as she compares the results of those two. To think that 8%, 6.25 billion people, would be okay with their existence being completely overwritten pictures of her as a teenager in a bikini. “You guys are PERVS you know that?~” she playfully says, thinking they have no idea what she’s talking about. Getting comfy in her chair, she then continues for the next hour on a binge of searching their souls. Their world being bullied into a daze as everyone from millenium-old people like Lily, to those younger than even Jen is, are forced to admit whatever Jen wants to know. First starting with opinions about her, her personality, her baby, and her life. Then followed up with questions about sex and fetishes and private dirty things. And finally, as she runs out of ideas, she starts treating it like a google search. Demanding answers to personal, embarrassing, and gross questions about pregnancy and its side effects. Because who better to ask a whole world where countless people have been through it before?

“Hah, it’s been fun, but I gotta pee, and I should probably eat something soon. But for being such good informative toys, I’ll leave you guys plugged in! Thank you dears~” She says. And with a distant snap of her phone’s camera, and a second of transferring the image in, the sky changes once more. But this time, to an image of Jen herself. Having gone to the bathroom, snapped a photo of herself in her floor to ceiling mirror, and pushed it into their heavens for all to see. Her brunette smiling face, large breasts, oversized stomach, curly brush womanhood, curved thighs, and bare feet being on full display for everyone to see. Placing the laptop on the kitchen counter and leaving them there as she goes about her day

All across the globe, as Jen leaves them to do other things around her home, there’s an eerie stillness to the air. With an actual moment of reprise from Jen’s play, where she left them on instead of unplugging them, people all around have a moment to collect themselves and take in what just happened: their sky being treated as a desktop background, the rotation of the world being thoroughly messed up, the spectacle of Diaper being controlled and toyed with, and finally their minds being violated as Jen reached into their souls and demanded to know private personal things

All across the globe, people look to the sky at Jen’s image. No matter where they live, a cityscape, forestland, archipelago, or a great plain.. looming over it all is an incomprehensibly massive image of naked woman; basking the world in a tan light of her skin. And, with her microphone still on, the ever present noises coming from Jen’s home are still heard all over like a background music to reality. Whatever jen’s watching in the other room, phone conversations she has, or other noises she makes being forced upon the world in a way that nobody can ever ignore. Slowly but surely, people start to come out of what shelter they had taken, and start talking to each other once again. Basking in the glow of Jen’s looming, naked pregnant body as they start to discuss what she’s done.

A small percentage of the population were deeply unsettled at their new circumstances. About 10%, 5 billion people, panic and try to escape despite knowing deep down how futile it is to even try. Flying towards the impenetrable invisible barrier around the planet in hastily imagined into existence aircraft, only for them to crash and burn. Leaving the immortal inhabitants to plummet back down to earth and try again. Others try to use their teleporting capabilities to beam themselves outside the planet But this is futile as well, as the simulation blocks all coordinates not within the planet’s bounds. Seeing the boundaries of their former paradise world as a prison now more than a heaven, and trying everything to break free that they can think of in an act of desperation

The majority of people felt somewhere in the middle between despair and joy at their current situation. About 70% of the world, having lived a normal human lifespan several times over, were indifferent to Jen. “Well, if she breaks us at least it’ll probably be painless. I’ve lived a long life anyways”, “Eh we all knew this might happen. It’s scary but at least she’s hot”. Accepting their fate, and re-thinking the architecture of their homes to better suit what chaos their new pregnant goddess might inflict on the planet. In the more hilly locations, people start to convert their traditional looking country homes, into hobbit holes embedded in the earth. That way if Jen spins their world again, the debris won’t crash into their walls. Meanwhile others get to work experimenting with submarine homes. Places deep in the oceans where they can not only be less disturbed by planetary rotation chaos, but also have whatever she does to the sky blurred out by ocean.

While some start working on tailoring the practical side of the world to their new normal, many people discuss Jen herself and what she’s done. Discussing the barrage of soul violating queries that she forced on them, and the motives behind her actions. “Do you think her messing with the sky indicates that she has some kind of goddess complex? Or do you think she did that just to mess with us”, “Based on what we’ve seen of her personality so far, we can suspect that over the next several days, Jen will….” The psychologists of the world chime in. With their reality revolving around one young woman, those practiced in human behavior quickly start to become the new weathermen of this world. Giving predictions and probabilities about the likelihood of their survival, and what she might inflict on them next. Thorough studies quickly being started at universities all over the virtual planet to analyze her voice patterns and try and learn as much about Jen as possible

And the remaining population, about 20%, were overjoyed by their new owner. People who suspected that this might happen one day, and were ecstatic that someone fun got control of everything rather than someone boring or sadistic. Getting together with eachother, and laughing together as they discuss Jen, “Yeah I wouldn’t mind if she questioned us more. It was fun and relaxing! In that existential terror kind of way”, “Look at how cute she is! Fingers crossed that she shows off her ass next”, “God she can do anything she wants with us. If she punted us into the trash can I wouldn’t mind...” people say, as they start to do the opposite of what practical people are doing. Rather than playing it safe and building homes in unremarkable places and in easy to clean up fashions, these people flock towards the already established major cities, and large geological landmarks like mountains and lakes. Places likely to catch Jen’s eye and be under her all powerful thumb soon enough. The roughly 10 billion people forming a fan club of sorts for their new god

Meanwhile, in the real world, all of this activity is taking place in that small little drive, connected to her laptop by that cable. This entire vibrant existence with so much life and activity, perched atop a pile of Jen’s mail, and dwarfed by a flashy envelope advertising skimpy bikinis at the clothes store where she usually shops.

Jen meanwhile, had taken a comfortable nap, and had moved on to getting some of her chores done. Tidying up her room, wiping down the kitchen, and then moving to vacuum the house. As she passes by the laptop , she doesn’t think much of it. Just giggling a little bit at the image of the tiny blue-green marble hopelessly out-sized by one of her tits, before continuing the chore. But inside the little world, everyone was very nearly brought to their knees by the powerful sound of the vacuum. Magnitudes louder than her talking voice, this normal everyday noise made people reach and cover their ears, but to no avail as the sound comes from everywhere. A sound so powerful, it would have no doubt caused hearing damage to everyone were that a possibility in their world

After putting the cleaner away, she walks her way back over to the counter, and grabs up the laptop. Their little drive held firmly between her thumb and laptop, as she carries it into her living room and sits down on the sofa. Now dressed in a comfortable oversized T-shirt and panties, Jen touches her all powerful finger down onto the mousepad, and makes the sky go black.

“That’s enough of my body for you all for one day, all you perverted boys in here~” She teasingly says, as she cradles their existence in her palm. Twiddling the cable with her fingers, and even dangling the drive as she fidgets with it. The sky, at jen’s poke, then rapidly changes from black, to red, to pink, to blue. Chaotically changing colors as she drags her cursor over a color wheel, and eventually settles on a dark, soft blue that’s easy on the eyes. “I’ve worked hard today! And I feel that I’ve earned some play time with my new toy. Don’t you dears?~”

Cheers from her fan club, cries of panic and desperation from scared people, and voices of worried crowds waiting in anticipation ring out. Billions of people bracing themselves for her next action, but to jen, from her zoomed out perspective, it remains just a silent blue/green ball floating against the void. Wanting to get some feedback, Jen then clicks back on her individual selection history, and clicks on Liz. The woman who she had made contact with first was now sitting among a board of psychologists and influential figures in one of the major cities when the focus shifted, and caused Jen’s microphone to focus on her rather than the world as a whole

“Liiiiizy! Hey giiirl~” Jen says to her, causing her to slip in her chair and just about drop the coffee she was drinking.

“A-ah Jen! I… Jen….” she trails off. The poor woman, after all that had been done since their last conversation, unable to think of the right thing to say to the god in charge of it all

“Oh good you can hear me! So… I was thinking, this world you live on is so dirty and disorganized! So messy. But don’t worry! I can tidy it up~” Jen cheerily says, as she clicks a red button on the world menu labeled “reset”. Prompting a warning window to pop up ‘This will erase all changes made and permissions granted in this world so far. Proceed?’

“Jen our world is fine! You… Jen please we aren’t a toy… you can’t just----”

And then Jen clicks the button. In an instant, everything that isn’t a person, or included in the base version of the planet was erased. Most buildings and man made structures over the past century, all clothes, and any user created items being dissolved into nothing in a splitsecond. And special abilities granted to all people, like the ability to spawn things to a point, telepathically communicate, and teleport around the world were suddenly ripped from them as well. The only things remaining being hard-coded buildings like arrival locations, monuments meant to inspire the construction of cities, the geography of the world itself, and the 50 billion naked people; now scrambling to cover up. All as a result of Jen pressing a button.

“GOD!! Stop!! JEN NOO---”

“Oh come on now.. what’s with you! I’ve hardly done anything. Your planet still looks dirty and disorganized. And I deserve RESPECT! Call me maam.”

“FUCK!! Jen you can’t just erase our stuff! I worked hard designing my home and... and now it’s gone! Just look..” Liz tries to teleport to her home, but then finds herself unable to. She then tries to spawn in some clothes, but finds herself unable to do that as well. Panicked and desperate, she cries out: “JEN PL---” And suddenly, her voice goes silent. Liz still consciously speaking, but finding herself unable to make any noise whatsoever. Waving her arms to the sky in desperation and panic, hoping that Jen is observing

“Oh now that is UNCALLED for! I thought you were better than this Liz… maybe this will help you learn your lesson~”

Somewhere down there on the globe, Liz was on her knees crying silently in terror. Her fear lost on Jen, as the she was hard at play altering Liz’s status page. And then suddenly, as Jen hits enter, Liz was standing on her feet, being forced to say in a cheerful tone “I love you maam! Jen’s the best! I love you maam! Jen’s the best! I love you maam! Jen’s the best!….” over and over, as her body acts on jen’s demands rather than her own free will

“There! Let’s have you say that 1,000 times. Oh oh! And...~”

Internally, the poor woman was experiencing a flurry of thoughts of fear for her life and the lives of her loved ones. But this doesn’t last long, as Jen overrides her thoughts with a simple sentence “Jen is the cutest! I love her”. All of that woman’s recollection of memories, feelings, and desires being put on hold, to instead experience a joyful bliss of genuine love for Jen. Her repetition of that phrase getting more passionate and heartfelt for the duration

“Hah. That’s better! Now...” She changes her focus back to the world as a whole. Her voice once more washing over the world. A world where people are scrambling to find something to cover themselves up with. With their usual abilities suddenly absent, being limited to normal human actions in the virtual space, people had to resort to using large leaves off trees and other such things to cover up their nakedness. Jen’s voice continuing to wash over their souls as she goes on

“Hmmph… how do I change how this stupid thing looks. Dumb settings...” She says, as she presses the reset button several times over, thinking that it’s doing nothing. “I just wanna make you pretty and pink and cute! Is that too much to ask wittle planet?~”

But then she clicks on a continent, and smiles as it lights up. A landmass home to 12% of the world’s people highlighted around the edges, and awaiting Jen’s commands

“Oh! There we go!~”