June 11, 2034:
My 18th Birthday.
As with everyone ever since the Blacklist, originally named the Global Correction Organization, I now have started my Chart.
Everyone’s chart is a living proof of all of one’s perks, demerits, and sins.
Anyone who gets three Strikes, dies, within the week.
You can reverse this by doing certain deeds, such as turning yourself in, quitting your job if it is a high position in government, or simply changing your ways entirely.
Of course the most common is to turn themselves in, since no one nowadays has a government position with a single strike, and changing your ways? You got to be set in your ways to get 3 Strikes.
My Base Information Chart goes as follows:
Person #6,542,982,664:
Aaron Erik Killian
Age: 18 Years 0 Days
Birth City: Seattle, Washington, USA
Parents:
#3,218,964,312
#3,019,546,996
My Deeds Chart, or as everyone calls it, Karma Chart goes:
---Deeds Empty---
This is… empty. I know a few of my friends who had an empty chart, but I guess as the site says,
(Yes, the Blacklist is a Website, run by a god-like being named Aaron Fontus)
To update your chart after your 18th, either you wait one month, for an automatic update, or simply think of updating it, and it shall update.
I know for a fact that I may be completely demerits and no merits, but hey, I have no idea. Screw it, I’m depressed anyway, might as well make it count.
Update!
Person #6,542,982,664:
Aaron Erik Killian
Rated:
Neutral (17)
Strikes:
No Strikes
Misdeeds:
No Significant Misdeeds
Demerits:
Proud
(Higher than Average)
Gluttonous
(Higher than Average)
Slothful
(Significantly Higher than Average)
Apathetic
(Significantly Higher than Average)
Petty Theft (1)
Merits:
True Regret: Petty Theft (1)
(Significantly Higher than Average)
Honest
(Significantly Higher than Average)
Deeds:
Conscientious
(Significantly Higher than Average)
Fair
(Significantly Higher than Average)
Shit. That is… A lot better than I thought.
The ranking goes from -250ish to infinity, as when you hit at or below -250, or 5 strikes, it is an automatic death.
-250 Gets you the Pure Evil Rating.
At or under -150, the rating Evil, and you are put on the Blacklist, which automatically kills anyone on it after one month.
This is, -149 to -100, the rating of Near Evil.
From -99 to -50, it is Bad.
From -49 to 49, it is Neutral.
50 to 99, Good.
100 to 149, Virtuous.
Above 150, it is Exemplary.
Above 250, you gain the mythical rating Saintly.
I have heard a lot from online forums and what not, but it seems there is a truly mystical effect when Evil or Exemplary or Saintly.
When you are Evil, you have an ethereal set or glowing red horns upon your head.
When Exemplary, you have a physical halo. A literal actual halo, and they even glow and shine, in bright yellow light.
But when Saintly, you gain flight. Literal angel wings fly behind you.
Also, not only this, but the longer you are Saintly, the longer you live, seemingly becoming younger and younger. For Exemplary, you get stronger over time, for Virtuous and good, you become healthier and healthier.
These stack by the way.
The longer you are Bad, or Evil, the weaker, and brittle you become, worse so for Evil. At end of the month, for Evil, they become so weak they are weaker than small animals, and break their bones as easily as paper tears.
Of course this has had a mystical effect on society, in the 17 years it has been since the establishment of this otherworldly system.
The greatest political leaders are literal saints, with angelic wings,
The greatest actors and public speakers are holy,
The wealthiest have become the most righteous,
The best are now truly the better.
And then there are normal people. Living as well as possible.
The kids nowadays are taught as if they are angels, but I know that is not true. You may have good acts bringing you high ratings, but there are evil inside of everyone, even saints.
I know ratings aren’t everything.
And as I say this for the umpteenth time in my life;
My chart updates….
Under deeds, there is a new area...
One I have not even heard of:
Gifts:
Avenger
(Given by the Fontusi)
What?
What does… Oh my god.
Rated:
Saintly (1000)
No.
No way.
What.
How.
What.
…
Can I click the details of Avenger? I know you can click each of your demerits and deeds.
I can… -
Person #6,542,982,664:
Aaron Erik Killian
Gift:
Avenger
(Given by the Fontusi)
Details:
Given by the so-called Godly being(s) Himselves:
Given: 1/1 Times
Results:
True Immortality: Immune to Age and Death
Three Sets of Wings: Given to Signify Rank
Gift of Judgment: Can Edit the Chart of any Being
Rating Defaulted to 1000: Nothing can cause a change in your Rating
Chart Nullified: The Avenger Shall Act on His Own and Man need not Judge Him
Holy shit. Does this mean I was…. Chosen? By a literal god-like being?
“Yes.”
I jump literally out of my bed, accidentally flying into the ceiling, due to my brand new wings and my newfound angelic strength.
“Who said that?!” I spurt.
“I did.” As a man pops into existence in front of me. Only one person has been known to do this, and it was when he appeared in front of every leader in the world: Aaron Fontus.
“What… why… why? Why did you make this?”
“Simple. I was bored. And then I realized, I shot myself in the foot. I do not want to govern an entire race, an entire world. Therefore you are my scapegoat.”
“Scapegoat?”
“Yes. I am going to build myself a little home just next to my servers in Antarctica, and browse the internet, playing games along the way. Maybe even making them as well. I always liked programming. But the point is: I may be everywhere, but I no longer wish to be. I need someone… mortal, to do my work for me.”
“And… and if I can’t?”
“Then the world goes to shit once someone figures out how to cheat my system. I did make it in just a day, for your information. So. You willing?”
“That is way too much responsibility.”
“Good. Well, good luck. Just call my number, here you go, if you need me. You shouldn’t though.”
I look at a piece of paper, and it reads 666-420-6969…
This god is a child. But pretty fucking funny at the same time. Well. I guess I aught to get out of bed and show my parents my… changes.
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My parents are both exemplary individuals. Both of them have halos to call their own, and jobs they love.
My mother, is a school teacher. You may not think much of it, but being at least Virtuous is a requirement for the position, and due to changes in law makers, they are paid far greatly.
My father on the other hand, is a manager of a major corporation. He used to be a military man, and afterwards a manager for construction plants or facilities, but now he handles the majority of higher functions of the company Macro Devices.
You may not have heard of it, but it was one of the most exemplary companies at the start, and it rose greatly in 17 years. They were one of the first to enact character requirements in hiring, and was the pusher in government to legalize it. Due to the impeccable fact that you cannot cheat the system, YET, it was counted as constitutional to disregard people for their written character.
Anyways, it is not like it is impossible to get a job with a neutral or bad rating, since many jobs don’t require you to show your rating, except anyone who does is far likely to be hired.
I have siblings as well. I have three brothers. They are all older than me, and are all at least Virtuous, with the eldest surprisingly being Saintly. How, I do not know, but it seems in his time, he decided prior to the rating, to help out hundreds of times in the community and elsewhere, impacting hundreds of less fortunate. Even with my parents only making middle-class income at the time.
He is… a special one. I would never say he is a bad person, but his actual character, besides his deeds, leaves a lot to be accounted for, and no one seems to see that, other than my mother, who doesn’t do anything but nod sadly when I bring it up.
He is also a Governor. At 36. Of Washington. Young, yes, high rating, of course, truthful, no. His chart doesn’t even say so. Speaking of which, now that I can freely look, he has nearly every egotistical trait known to man so far. But hey, his actions are okay. He is my brother after all, and I won’t condemn a man for being a complete egotistical ass.
The other two are in their own fields right now, software and accounting, the developer early thirties, accountant, late twenties. They are kind, and be-loving, yet they don’t show it, but at least the list is good for something: Although people with bad traits can overcome it with action, those with good traits ain’t got to worry about shit like that. They can do nothing for another living being their entire lives, and be labeled as good still.
I… mildly appreciated this prior to my ‘gifting’. Now? I really don’t know. As long as they don’t do any bad, I still appreciate them. I love them, no matter how much lazy, like me, they are.
Well, back on topic. My siblings are all out of the house anyways.
My house, is bigger than most, but still isn’t too much. We have only ever had to have 6 rooms, 1 for a guest, and the rest for family.
I would say it is about 4000 square feet, which is a bit larger than what we had before, but my parents are paid a lot more now, so it is simply logical.
I live alone, on the top floor, out of two floors. I have a room, and a game/entertainment room connected to it, with stairs leading downstairs, into the hallway, which is connected to the other rooms, be it the kitchen, living room, office, or master bedroom.
Either way, I am pretty far from other people, since the only other lived in area is the master, which is on the opposite end of the hallway.
I decide to, after thinking a tiny bit, to stretch my wings, and attempt to learn how to use them, but like I have heard from online, it was as if they were always a part of me, and I know exactly how to use them.
Two wings nestle onto my shoulders, two on my back folded, and the last pair hang slightly next to my hips.
I guess the only thing now is to go down.
And I head down the stairs.
I manage to make it into the kitchen, unseen, and decide to just grab a cereal bowl and wait. After all, it is my birthday, and the morning too.
I eat the full bowl, and half a second, reading on my cell phone along the way, before my mother comes in.
I look left, notice her come in, and she does the same, noticing me that is. She smiles, says a half a-
“Happy bir-what.”
Before she stops in her tracks and noticed my wings. Not no wings, not a pair. An unbefore seen three pairs.
And she freaks the fuck out.
“Oh my god, Aaron, how the heck, like, what?! How in the world? Aaron, what, your rating, how did you even manage 250? Not that you are a bad kid, just lazy. Sorry. I mean, but… how three pairs? What!?”
I simply wait for my mother to calm a bit, and once she does, I say-
“Morning mom, uh, about the wings, apparently I got a job. Fontus dude gave me three sets of wings, and gave me the ability to change chart. Obviously I don’t want anyone to know that. Why he gave it to me, I don’t know. I guess I really am a devote believer of the fact that the Blacklist isn’t everything, and IS cheatable.”
“You mean… like Arthur?”
“No, well, yes, Arthur, but not mainly. I have seen and heard of so many good things happening around the world. But I know, just as you do, with Arthur, that sometimes, the chart doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, baby, it is like that, but at least it is a whole lot better.”
“True. True. I may not even do anything, only check up on the chart for presidents and stuff, make sure their personality merits and demerits aren’t that bad.”
“Well, I know this is going to do a lot. And… wait a minute… Aaron. You know this is gonna give your brother insane amounts of political support? Like, he could probably become president after you become well known, and no matter how much you and I may want that, six wings is NOT discreet.”
“I know… Well, church time, right?”
“I mean… I know how much you dislike church… but I guess… do you not want time alone? Maybe a day to adjust to… what is about to happen?”
“No, I know that no one can do anything to me. Apparently I’m immortal. Only one I am worried about is you all, and what this means for this family.”
We make small talk, about sweet nothings, in slight fear of what this new matter holds for us all, and then, when my father comes, a lot more… surprised, yet calm-looking, comes in.
“You… six… six wings?”
“Yep.”
“Hurhur! No idea what you did for that shit, but good job! Happy birthday as well! So----blah blah”
And we tell him the on-goings and whatnot, and he later has a sort of… resolute look. I did say earlier he was a military man, no?
And from that, we head into our minivan (Yes, with the three kids, she decided to get a minivan, and keep it since then for space reasons), and we head to walmart.
Yeah, walmart is still a thing. Deal with it. The CEO and others were only neutral ranking, so it ain’t like they were evil people.
As we get out of the car in the parking lot, I already see a lot of people slamming on their breaks in their cars, and people instantly whipping out their phones.
Ugh. This is gonna be a rough year, or even lifetime, or even worse, lifetimes for me soon.
As we walk casually, me in front, due to the wingspan, and my halo-d parents behind, we try our best to ignore the slew of people aghast at the appearance of a six winged miracle saint at walmart.
I get asked more than a few times what my rating is, but I say nothing more than I don’t recall, and definitely a VERY odd set of parents with their teenage daughter, offering dinner, which, let me tell you, was really weird.
Oh shit. I forgot to mention, my appearance. I am actually an overweight fellow. Wait. Or was. I look down, and notice, shit ain’t fat no more. I used to be 240lbs, running 6 foot flat, but now, after going later and looking, I was still 240lbs, but since my wings were huge, I can imagine that is where most of the weight went. I am not say more fit than before, but with the lack of fat, I can actually see my muscles far easier. Being a large man, definitely gives a bit of muscle mass, due to lugging yourself around all the time.
I have black hair, brown eyes, and am also a white male in his late teens. I know, stereotypical racially biased kid. But no, not really. Feminists are still around, and feminazis are just if not more of an annoying ass group of women and beat down male ‘slaves’. It did help a bit though that quite a few feminist leaders turned out to be completely bad or assholes of people.
Back to current.
Other than the few inquiring about my rating, and the oddly blushing girl with her parents, we head inside with no problem, other than the obvious picture taking and staring.
We go to the very limited winged area for men, which is literally quite cool actually, it is a sort of flat area above the regular mens, with a sort of plastic slide/chute going up to it. Made for people to enjoy flying through without danger I suppose. Their is also a staircase to the side, for people shopping for their winged relatives.
I head up the slide, flowing far more gracefully than I have seen many saints fly before, and basically float upwards into the area.
I head to the shirts, since obviously only shirts are the only changed clothing for winged personnel, other than the few angelic merch to the side.
I pick out a few for extra large persons, since that is the only way my three sets will fit into the slot meant for one. I head back down, at a little bit of annoyance from my parents, since I forgot they had to climb a set of stairs, hurhur.
We check out, with a normal, yet not before had by us, winged discount, which was 5% off up to $20.
And now to church. This is where I am supposed to talk to people. Ugh.
We drive along, and make it. The church is a new cool looking system, revamped, for people to not only pray to god, but to also inquire and study over the effects of Fontus. Luckily it is not simply a Fontus belief church, but still a monotheistic one.
We get there, late of course, due to the shopping, and walk in. My parents head to the counter, with a very stunned looking young female standing ready for questions.
“Hello, we were wondering, could we like, I don’t know, talk with Pastor John, due to… uh… sort of obvious happenings with our son?”
“UH… he is… he is currently at a sermon right now… but uh… I believe it is… uh… definitely less important than… your son’s… happenings. Let me show you to talk with him.”
We walk into the main hall/chamber whatever church people call it, and the young Ms., whom seems to be named Susan, from her nametag, yells up to the Pastor, and says-
“Pastor! Pastor! Yes, uh, sorry to stop your sermon, but we have, a special character here to see you.”
“Uh, it is one…. Aaron Killian, yes, uh, the recent 18 year old, good catch… he has… a certain thing to talk with you over.”
“Susan, is it say more important than the daily sermon?”
“Yes.”
“Very well, bring him to my office.”
“He… he and his parents said it would probably best to have you talk with him here. As to not… seem private.”
“Can we do that?”
“They insist.”
“Very well. Can they come in now?”
“Yes.”
And with that, Susan motions in the window for us to huddle in. Of course bv this time to entire church filled with people is looking our way, just a nice amount of publicity before a shitstorm.
“Hello y’all, uh, I have a… rather obvious condition you could say hurhur.”
I spew out nervously, which starts an uproar from elderly to children, screaming about anywhere from Seraphim, to supreme angel, to superhero, to the fact that it toooootally must be a disquise.
“Cough cough, settle down everyone, if you all could just… settle down, and uh… sit patiently as I converse with Mr. Killian here. I am sure he will be… willing to answer questions afterwards.”
And with that half-promise from him on my part, we start.
“So, Mr. Killian, you appear to have three sets of wings. As if you are an angel directly near god.”
“Well, I did talk with Fontus, but nothing too grand. And he seems like just an ordinary guy, who obtained too much power on his part.”
“Well, even that is new news. What else did he say or do?”
“Well, he gave me a so called ‘gift’.” As I wave parentheses with my fingers in the air.
“It is called the Gift of the Avenger.”
At this, a kid states calmly, “I knew it! A superhero!” Just to have a cautious mother yank him back. Shushing him.
“Yes uh, I think it is meant in the literal sense. To avenge. I uh, I probably shouldn’t say this, but heck, people will find out no matter what:
First point of the gift: I have three sets of wings, to well, I guess set me apart.
Second point: I am immortal. Literally. I am not sure if I can be killed, but it says immune to Age AND death, so I can only assume. From what I have heard from people in stories, this will be my utter hate in a few lifetimes, if not one.
Third point: My rating has been dafaulted to 1000, with my chart being nullified, and halted.
Fourth point: I… The most important one here: I, myself, can do whatever I want, to another’s chart. Be it add a deed, or ‘gift’ a strike.”
And I thought I was yelling earlier. The crowd, a few of which were recording the whole thing since I walked in, screamed tons of questions, most of which were why me.
“Quiet down, quiet down.” The Pastor had to yell a few times.
“So, Aaron. Fontus, the system maker, has decided to give you the most important job in the world, governing the system? Why did… why did he even decide to not do it himself?”
“He said he was bored… bored of trying to govern humanity with a system he made in a… in a day.”
“Bored?”
“Yep. He said he wanted to relax, and just browse online and code some games maybe.”
“So, he is a man after all. Did he comment how he got that way?”
“Nope. I could call him though?”
“You… You can call him?”
“Yeah, he said only to do so in an emergency.”
“Do you think… maybe learning how and why is needed?”
“You have a point.” And so I dial, the number he gave me.
“Hello, this is the Fontus Guide Center speaking. What can I do for you today?”
Note I have this on speaker. Pastor John is behind me, telling everyone to shush every once in a while.
This is probably the quietest a room full of hundreds of people will ever get.
“Yes, this is Aaron, I just have a few questions about the job.”
“Oh, Aaron, of course. What kind of questions?”
“First off, why did you decide to make the system anyways? And how?”
“Oh, pretty simple. I felt like people were too full of shit, so I decided to stop that. It was literally just on impulse. An unfortunate turn of events.”
“And how?”
“Oh, that? Pretty simple, yet a complete mystery to even me. I was browsing an online web novel site, and some random shit popped up in my browser, and it asked me if I wanted something.”
“Wanted what?”
“To Change. To change everything.”
“And?”
“Obviously I picked yes.”
“I see...”
“Well, gotta go catch up on The Gamer manga. Or is it manhua. I don’t remember… either way, see you. Good luck!”
Click, the call goes.
I politely excuse myself from the Pastor, as to get a quick minute of chill, walk out the back door of the hall.
and then I look out, and figure, I’m fucked.
The entry room is now containing at least three different news crews sporting full sets of cameras, and reporters, angrily, or should I say desperately, ‘asking’ to be brought into the main hall.
How they managed to find me after literally 10 minutes of me being here, and thirty of going to walmart, I have no fudging clue. Might as well ask.
“Hello? What brings you here today?”
At that, I get the entire slew of people, facing my direction, the camera crews instantly starting to record.
“Hello, I am from -News Channel 6- -Fox News- ABC News- -News 9-”
“One at a time. You, local news 9.”
“Yes, we are all here to ask and confirm the identity and validity of a number of Seraphim-esque sightings at Walmart of all places. We have been sent and seen at least tens of videos, some of which include you flying, which to tell the truth, seems either very realistic, or is real.”
“Ah, yes, well, it’s nice and sunny outside, say, I see one of you, the Fox News reporter, is Saintly. Let’s fly, and you can tell me whether or not I seem legitimate.”
And at that, I go out the door, my parents following, being asked a slew of questions by the lagging reporters.
I get outside. And say, “1...2...3...Go!” And I burst upwards into the air with three wingspans worth of force.
The reporter, comes flying up next to me eventually, obviously lacking in regard to speed, and decides to ask a few questions, as I seemingly hover in air, while the reporter is as if she is jogging, and bobbing up and down.
“So, your name?”
“Aaron Erik Killian, Person #6,542,982,664, at your service.”
“What is the cause of your three sets of wings?”
“I got a job from Fontus, governing the system. These are just a display for that position.”
“What does governing the system entail?”
“Nothing in regard to actual system management, but I do have full control of any and all charts, and their contents.”
“Might I get an example?”
“Number?”
“4,875,234,998.”
“Elizabeth Fulton, rating 387?”
“Yes, that is the right rating.”
“Want me to state your… say, fourth and third merits?”
“Sure.”
“Truth Seeker, and… Curious? That is seriously a merit?”
“Indeed it is. Spot on too. So, you do really have access to all charts then. What do you plan on doing with this newfound responsibility?”
“I plan on governing a little bit, maybe search the charts for certain criteria, for people who I think might be abusing the system, definitely at least check out the charts of certain political leaders every once in a while, maybe check up on people I see on TV, who seem like assholes or similar. You know, even if you are a completely egotistical person, you can manage to have a supreme rating? Trust me, I know some people just in the state who seem righteous, and are Saint rated, but have tons of horrible, or at least highly-regarded as bad traits. I won’t name names. But the rating isn’t everything.”
“I see. Well, do you have anything to say to the people watching this?”
“Sure. Don’t be an ass, don’t be a bad person. Don’t focus on high ratings, or many merits. Focus on your demerits, and get that shit fixed. Your personality is the worst thing you have. You could be a negative rating, with things like grand theft, but as long as you regret it, and you have good quality traits, I may just pardon the guy.”
“Are you trying to say you are willing to pardon individuals for major crimes, as long as they are regretful and overall ‘nice’ people?”
“I said it was a possibility. Haven’t confirmed it.”
“So?”
“No comment.”
“Hurhur, very well. Well, I think this should be enough for now, thank you for the time, now,”
as she faces towards the camera man on the ground who has been looking upwards for a while.
“That has been Aaron Killian, the new System Manager, with yours truly, Curious, Truth Seeking, Elizabeth Fulton, signing out.”
Just to be cool, as she said that, I kinda super man posed away into the background… Hurhur.
The camera man is still focused on me, so I guess I’ll simply do that one superman thing where he does the T pose, and glides gently onto the ground.
“So, how’d it go?” I ask my parents.
“Curious folk. They asked us a lot of questions, one of which he couldn’t answer. Why you.”
“I couldn’t answer it either.”
“That’s what we said.”
“Well… uh… I don’t assume we can manage to sit in Church and listen to a sermon, eh?”
“No, probably not. Let’s just go home. You did say you just wanted to relax on your birthday, which so far, has been nothing but stress and excitement.”
And with that, we head into the van, and drive off into the horizon, or at least away 5.6 miles towards our moderately middle upper class neighborhood.
Not much of anything happened that day, not for me that is, but I did manage to win a few games with some of my online friends in Rocket League Twenty. Yes, Rocket League has a Twenty edition.
It wasn’t the 20th version, just the 20th year since release of the original. It made Rocket League Boosted in 2020, Rocket League Ten in 2025, along with Rocket League Ten Classic, Rocket League 15 Classic in 2030, along with Rocket League 15, and then the final two, which were fully VR, as RL 20, and RL 20 C. Which are just abbreviations.
Oh by the way, you might not be able to tell, but the Classic games were just the base game. It was solely like the original, with only a menu and arenas.
The full games, Ten, 15, and 20, were the whole thing.
By the way, in regard to the VR, Ten was technically the first one with complete VR support, for headsets and stuff, but 20 was the big boy, with open world, virtual characters, and a fully VR environment. Ten only had VR support for the arena, which was actually quite bad, since it wasn’t fully reliant on VR, so most players just played regularly, since the few VR players had REALLY limited views, although they did have arrows in peripheral displaying teammate and ball positions.
Oh by the way, you might wonder how open world and Rocket League work out. It is basically like… Skyrim, but each city or town is an arena. So to meet someone, you’d need to travel through different terrains in your car to meet them.
The terrain was set to be semi realistic to real life, but obviously smaller, but large enough to hold enormous stadiums and hundreds of miles of off-road game-play.
My favorite spot is in the grand canyon, which holds, or held, a few secret arenas in the bottom of it, with amazing outcroppings and obstructions, that supremely increased the difficulty. Of course after a few weeks after release, they were no longer secret, but so well known the developers had to revamp the canyon, making it nearly run from the west coast to the great lakes, naming it the Canyon League, all in its own themed set of arenas and locations.
Also, the great thing is, you can fast travel to any arena area you have been to before, so if you spent the 60-80 hours of straight driving, you can manage to meet anyone in the virtual world, within at least ten minutes of driving. And once you went that 30minutes, you now can get back to that one area in an instant.
I just managed to rant about Rocket League, didn’t I…? Oh well. Back on topic.
I won a few games in RL 20, and then, my brother arrives. Luckily the developer.
“Yo, Aaron. How’s life going? I heard someone got some wings? Plural that is hurhur?”
“Hey Adam. Yeah, I got some wings, and a job I guess. Now that I think about it, do I get paid?”
“Uh. Isn’t that something you should know?”
“Let me call him again. You can listen in.”
I dial the number once again.
“Hello Aaron, how’s it going? Before you ask, you do get paid, around 10k per person you believe you changed in the right way. So if you were to say, remove a trait and add another, and you think that is all the person needs, boom. I transfer 10k instantly. Do the same for a murderer, and give him -10000 rating, same deal.”
“Oh. So it’s commission based.”
“Yep. Anything else?”
“Uh….” Then my brother perks up and asks,
“You realize although commissions are welcome, people are still deserving at least minimum wage for normal time, greater for overtime, and in this case pay for 24hrs everyday?”
“Oh. Hmm. Makes sense. Aaron, uh… here.”
And onto my desk in my room, pops into existance a black credit card.
“It is loaded with… uh… lemme do 100 million. That should be enough for a couple years of pay. Do you still want the commission? Just fyi, the interest rate for you is 17% yearly. So expect 17 million in the next year, with exponential growth.”
“Uh… now that I think about it, nah. I’m good with that.”
“Hurhur, you are welcome Aaron.” My brother says.
“Hey! It is not like I was shorting him anything, I was just making sure he felt like he had a purpose. With 100mil + now, he’ll just have no reason other than his own conscience to do the work.”
“Hmm… He has a point Adam. Hey Fontus, maybe make it so I get 1k per 1 change in rating. Also, can you… oh you just did.”
“He did what?”
“Installed a microcomputer capable of reading my thought, and transmitting it into rating changes of nearby people. So if for example I tell it to automatically give +1 rating to everyone in the world...”
“Oh shit. That just gave +1 to everyone in the world. Shit. How much money did that net me…?”
“On the card, is now… minus the 100mil… plus… 100k. I set it so that you can only get 100k per change. So if you were to change worth 101 rating, still 100k. Also, this is limited per hour. So if you were to use around an 8 hour day of at least 8 changes, you could net 800k.”
“Good. That sounds about right. Just enough to feel successful and necessary, but not too little or too much, to feel null or void. Actually… can you make it 10k max, with $100 per 1 rating?”
“Sure. That’d be 80k a work day, or 240k a full day, you know that right?”
“Yep. Perfect now. Oh, I think that was all I needed. I may call back soon. WAIT! How goes the games? My brother is actually a developer himself.”
“Oh, well, I mastered every single coding language, and looked at the source code of nearly every game out there, and I am around…. 80% done with a 100% realism level mmorpg?”
“WHAT” My brother yells.
“Oh. Yeah, don’t forget, god-like being, remember?”
“OH… oh yeah. So… How was my game?”
“Oh, the work of yours in the game frame updates in the hundreds I found it in, or the diverse, 2.4 million active player mmorpg, named Own the Realm?”
“Definitely the latter.”
“For a one man team, it is insanely detailed, and even remarkably low in resource usage. Any other game of this caliber tends to have at least a ten man team, and use three times as much memory.”
“Hurhur. Thank you.”
“I could give you an updated version if you want? It was one of my redo projects. I changed around 45% of the code, which is a hell of a lot less than the other redos, at 70% to 95%.”
“You… changed my game?”
“Yeah. Want me to give you the full game or just the portions of code.”
“Code please. I can’t wait to see the methods a god can do with my game.”
“Cool. It is being… done. It WAS being transferred to your home/work desktop. It finished downloading before I could finish though. Great and bad thing about near instant change of mass.”
“Cool. Well… uh… Aaron, you seem in good hands, Fontus, you take care of him, alright?”
“Will do.”
“Bye Fontus.”
“See ya’, coworker. Hurhur.” Click
“Well, I’m gonna go talk with mom and dad, and then head off…. The news of a 45% positive restructure of my code… is enough to make my game one of the highest rated and highest played in the world. After all, I already have 2.4 million active players.”
“Oh cool. How are the others doing before you head off?”
“Ugh, Arthur is… doing too well. He just stated he’d be running for office in 2036. We have two years before that ass gets the highest role of power in the United States.”
“What if I just… lower his rating… a bit?”
“Go ahead. Might stop him from being such a manipulative bastard.”
And then I do. I make him go down from 398, which is due to his previous work with others, into 275 flat. He doesn’t even deserve saint, but a shit-storm in my family would occur if I were to make him any lower.
Not only would he try and force our parents to make me change it, but also he would try any possible way to force me to do it. I know for a fact he has even committed three serious blackmail acts, which are the ones which got him into state office in the first place.
He didn’t even have true regret for any of his misdeeds.
Oh by the way, you may wonder, how did I exactly change it? I simply added multiples of his twenty odd demerits/personality traits.
Uh. Speaking of this, I guess I’ll do similar to any other governor with similar traits.
And after three hours, and 29 governors later, I have dropped 3 governors into good, 5 into virtuous,
9 into Exemplary, and the rest somehow stayed above saintly, even though I dropped them all from at least 70 to 300 for the worst of the bunch.
Also, to tell people this, I gave the current president, Michael Harvey, a +1 modifier, which explained everything that I did to each governor.
That should be told to the masses sooner or later, and if not, at least the -1 modifier to all affected governors to ask the president if curious, should inform those affected.
This all netted me 30k to my US Bank account, which surprisingly, I still have the black, millionaire only, debit card. I guess Fontus made certain… liberties with my specific account.