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10 God Game


God Game

“She don’t mean no harm, she just don’t know.” — Jane’s Addiction, Jane Says

“This one is a very strange one,” Derek said. The image on the screen was of a young woman sitting at a computer. “Jane loves to play games, but she especially loves to play the The Sims, a sort of people simulator, though some would argue that it’s more about being able to build houses. Your mileage may vary.”

Tom’s brow furrowed. “What is the issue?”

“Well, she’s been playing this game for years, though several iterations, and just recently there was a violent storm, plenty of lightning, and her house was hit while she was playing. The power went out, but something very peculiar happened. It should not have been possible, but her computer, while running this game, has opened a window into a real version of the world she plays. She’s no longer manipulating pixel people, she’s tampering with real lives, and she has no idea.”

“Can you tell us more about this game? Because I only ever saw a little of what Dudley used to play and it was nothing like a people simulator.”

Derek nodded. “Well. . . .”


“Oh my god, she’s such a fucking slut,” Jane muttered, directing the boy on the screen to walk away from a dark-haired female child in a red dress. “I don’t care if they’re supposed to get together and have Cassandra and Alexander. Besides, Cassie ended up with that manwhore who cheated on her in the Sims 2.”

‘Each of the pre-made sims have stories in their profiles, for the family and for each family member,’ Derek commented.

‘I suppose it’s one way spend time,’ Harry sent. ‘And I can see the appeal.’

“Ugh. The Altos. Nick dresses like he’s part of the mafia. And he never bathes!” Jane made a face at the screen. “How can he be family-oriented when he’s a workaholic? All that means is he tries to convince his snob of a wife to crank out more babies he’ll never have time for.”

‘Nick Alto has the hydrophobic trait,’ Derek sent, sounding slightly embarrassed for even knowing as much as he did.

“I know!” she said. “I’ll wait until he hits young adult and port Constance over from Riverview. She’s pretty. Who cares if her bio says she’s not interested in romance. Mortimer is a babe!”

They spent the afternoon watching her play the game, listening to her running commentary in an otherwise empty room, and amusing themselves by having a telepathic conversation. But then they finally saw evidence of what concerned Derek so much.

Jane had Gunther Goth throw a party and invite Nick and Vita Alto to it. A special room was added to the basement of Goth Manor and the Alto couple was lured into it, then the door removed. Jane started a fire in there and giggled madly as the two burned to death.

Harry let out choked little sound when Death appeared on the screen, carrying a scythe. The figure stared straight out of the screen for a moment, then carried on with reaping the victims.

‘Technically, that is an aspect of myself,’ Derek shared. ‘But yes, he is aware of you.’

‘That is creepy,’ Tom sent.

‘Players like to call him Grimmy and seem to adore finding ways to have their sims get pregnant by him.’

Harry groaned quietly. ‘Please tell me that won’t work for her.’

‘Of course not. But the fact remains that Sims players often indulge in killing off sims in their games for laughs, or because it’s part of some story they’re building or sharing, but she’s killing real people now, even if what she sees on her monitor is no different than from before the storm. The most she’s noticed is that their Artificial Intelligence routines seem to be better.”

‘Well, there is the obvious solution.’

‘Will destroying her machine in any way harm the worlds she now has access to?’

‘Yeah, like that coming across as some sort of horrible event like their sun going supernova or something?’ Harry asked.

‘No,’ Derek assured them. ‘If that’s what you want to do, it’d be fine.’


At around two in the morning Harry stepped up to the machine and laid a hand on the case. ‘Sorry, Jane,’ he thought. ‘I know you’ll have to scramble to afford to replace this machine, but. . . .’ He sent a concentrated burst of pure magic through his hand and fried all the components, and most especially, corrupted the hard drives.