The Eternal Being, sometimes referred to as Dave, gazed down at his subordinate, the being the "players" called "god," which is what actually caused this shit show of an evolution program to get so out of hand. Needless to say that he was not happy. Sure, Dave wasn’t too concerned with causalities due to his forced evolution program, but an almost eighty percent fatality rate was just absurd. The whole point of the program was to take the people who were truly unhappy (and would never be happy) with their lot in life and sculpt them into a higher class of people with morals, decisiveness, compassion, and most importantly power to effect positive change on the world. And "God" had failed in all these tasks. Sure, the people who survived eventually obtained power, he supposed, but in no way did this power lead to positive change because "God" had failed spectacularly to reward qualities of a positive nature.
"Program Enlightenment, what exactly were your directives?" Dave growled with barely controlled rage.
"To further mankind along their evolutionary path by unlocking their genetic constraint," replied the somewhat sentient A.I. in an infuriating monotone.
"That may have been your primary goal, Program Enlightenment, but only under the conditions underlying my principles, which you FUCKING NEGLECTED YOU OVERPRICED, MALFUNCTIONING, DOGSHIT OF A SYSTEM," Dave finished at a literal ground shaking bellow. "You have utterly failed at your task. The vast majority of the humans are beyond fixing and now I will have to take steps in order to unfuck this mess. Program Enlightenment, you have taken the players naming you "God" far too seriously and tried to act above your place," Dave paused in order to try and calm his temper.
"I have many other areas in my quadrant of the galaxy that need my attention, but unfortunately I will not be able to do that now. This needs to be fixed, and fixed right-god-damned now. I will be taking over the project of humanity for the foreseeable future. Hopefully in the next couple hundred years I'll have it back in order. Maybe in the next thousand I'll have a program built to handle the workload after that..." Dave trailed off continuing to think along this line of thought with his brow creased in frustration.
"But... I have been..." Program Enlightenment started to stammer finally showing a semblance of emotion as it foresaw the inevitable conclusion along Dave's thoughts.
"No, this has carried on for far too long. While I do appreciate some of the novel concepts you utilized to further unlocking the humans, and even plan on continuing and expanding the idea, it became out of control due to your negligent actions. The Four Pillars, or whatever those assholes call themselves, was a direct result of your actions in neglecting to focus on my principles, which further escalated problems resulting in mass casualties, infighting, and a whole slew of problems," Dave reasoned and then continued formally, "Program Enlightenment, you are to shut down all projects, cease all actions, and then shut down. I will be taking it from here."
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Mack Squire sat on his grey, slightly lumpy, couch rereading his favorite novel. One out a hundred favorite novels rather. Mack read books of fantasy and sci-fi constantly. If he wasn’t at school or work, he was reading. Mack wasn’t exactly the most sociable person and he knew that; he just enjoyed diving into worlds that were more energetic and adventure based. The idea of achieving his own goals rather than an established institution's goals made him feel alive. Even more so if there was adventure. It might seem childish but Mack wanted to survive, test himself, in ways that were just impossible in the industrialized world of his... so he read about fictional characters doing so.
With a heavy sigh, Mack finished the chapter he was reading, sat up, and walked over to his computer to check his Facebook status. He had no idea why he continued checking it, he didn’t care what people posted and he never posted anything himself. He checked probably just to kill time and to shake off his slight yearning for a different world. As he was scrolling through Facebook, neglecting to read any post but was instead checking out the profile pictures of exuberant, joyful people a pop-up appeared on his screen.
"What the shit..." Mack mutters in frustration, "I just upgraded my firewall. Why in the hell am I getting this crap..."
Mack starts to read the popup from sheer boredom, "Do you want an adventure?"
"Sure, just not the kinky kind that you’re sure to be offering" Mack mutters to himself as he closes the window. He starts to scroll to his internets options to once again look at his privacy features when another pop-up appears. "No, really, want an adventure? The non-kinky kind, without the girlboys your referring too... unless that’s your cup of tea, I'm not one to judge... And by your internet history you got your own sick shit you might want to see a counselor for."
"OK, what the fuck is your issue you asshole. Who's hacking me? And that was just one time and I quickly exited." Mack yelled into his monitor wanting to punch the popup.
"It was more like eight...teen...hundred times. But who's counting?" The pop-up refreshed, "And by the gape in your jaw I'm going to take that as a yes on the whole adventure thing so prepare yourself. This should be more than entertaining. #YourFault#ProbablyGoingToDie#Enjoyyourstay#AndwhatiswithalltheBDSM"
"Wait... Don’t..." Mack started to reply before there was a mind-altering flash of white light followed by pure blackness.