Obliterate Everything 4 Today

I closed the game. Not alt-F4—I clicked the X in the corner, the way you close a document you're finished with. The gray planet flickered. The chain counter froze at 1,000.

The voice was right. Everything includes you.

A new window opened. Not a scene—a document. A letter, handwritten, scanned at low resolution. The handwriting was mine. I recognized the slant, the way I crossed my 't's with a tiny hook. But I'd never written this letter. obliterate everything 4

At 673 obliterations, the game offered me a new option:

A voice, flat and synthesized: "Select your first target." I closed the game

I typed into the void: "Why what?"

I erased the letter.

But around the 47th obliteration, something changed.