Let's say there is this computer game you enjoy playing, right? You love this game. You invest hours and hours of your time playing it. Years, even. It’s a great game.
Only problem is there is some kind of glitch purpose-built into the code that makes the game constantly threaten to crash. Bit shit of the creators to work that in there. But that's fine, you're still having fun. It's a really fascinating open-world game with tons of options and players have total leeway for decision-making. A game where every choice matters.
One day, the big one happens—the big crash. It really looks like all of your progress is wiped out. Somehow, you manage to get the head game developer over to your house. The developer tells you that they have the willingness and ability to pretty much do whatever you want (turns out, they've been watching your progress and you're their favourite player). You could ask them to make your computer 3D print ice cream. They are literally just that powerful.
Ok, so, since anything is on the table, at minimum what you should probably do is have the developer reboot the game from the last save file and ask them to remove the code that keeps making the game glitch so that you can continue playing without the constant risk of a crash.
Instead, you tell the developer they can delete all the backup files and just start the game over for you from scratch. You want a "real" game where a player's choices matter. (It has already been established that your choices matter in the game.)
Also, you let the developer make you burst into confetti along with the love of your life. They replace you both with clones who have worse hair, none of your history or memories, and few of your defining personality traits except for a couple of hobbies and maybe a catchphrase. They will play the game in your stead.
Well, something similar happened to my good friend Crowley.
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