>>11243930“Simple. Let other people test it themselves. Obviously, that means giving someone other than me the power of a god, so I need to trust them with my life. Or I could just wish the world believed everything I said—but where’s the fun in that?”
She eyed me expectantly.
But my mind snagged on something else.
“Babe, what is a god?”
She looked away. “Never mind that. Go on. Try it.”
She handed me a notebook and a pen.
“Write down your wish before pressing the button,” she instructed. “Don’t worry. It won’t make reality collapse on itself… again. Just start with something small.”
I glanced around until my eyes landed on the ugly old beige couch in the corner. I wrote: Turn the couch blue.
As I hovered my finger over the button, a thought struck me.
“Wait—”
“Don’t worry,” she cut in. “The machine has basic mind-reading features, so it won’t twist your wish into some ironic lesson. Who do you think designed this thing? I’ve already worked out all the kinks!”
Feeling reassured, I pressed the button.
The couch instantly turned blue.
“So? What did you change?” my wife asked.
“That couch used to be beige.” I pointed at it.
“Now that you mention it, beige would match the carpet better.”
She examined the couch while jotting something on her tablet.
“Alright. That confirms the device can affect my memory too. So the user really is the only one who remembers the previous reality.” She nodded in satisfaction. “Now, try changing it back. I want to see if I’ll remember this version or not.”
I wrote: Turn the couch back to beige.
Then, on a whim, I added: Turn my wife into a blonde supermodel.
I pressed the button.
The couch returned to its original color. And instead of my same old wife in her same old lab coat, a stunning blonde supermodel stood in her place.
“Whoa.” I gawked.
My wife glanced at me, then turned to the mirror and smirked. “Oh, so this is the type of woman you like.”
