Free SFnal short story idea, came to me literally in a dream:
Dude is living his best life, beatiful house, beatiful wife, gets a job doing computer stuff āimproving the worldā. But his big fancy work computer is wasting a lot of space so he reformats it/installs Nix, and suddenly everythings gone, all grey wireframe, no way out. Turns out he was given root to his own simulation and thereās no backup.
Feels I should have read this somehwere but havenāt read short SF in ages soā¦
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