The remote had caused so much trouble already. It started by changing people’s gender or race, then it swapped people’s bodies. Then things got really weird. There were mythical creates running around outside, multiple people merged into one, and horrors that couldn’t be put into words. Then the mental changes began. Some people thought it had always been like this; others thought things were unusual enough.
Brandon was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to be Brenda. She was sure the world was all messed up in some way that she just couldn’t place. She knew the remote was responsible, but she also felt like things got worse the more she used it. But she didn’t fully remember all the times she used it; she couldn’t quite recall all the past fixes; it was more of a general sense of dread.
Maybe she wouldn’t fix the world. Maybe should could just fix herself. She could either use it to return to normal: to go back to being Brandon. Or maybe a better use would be to get rid of all the last little bits of Brandon left in her head: to fully embrace being Brenda. Of course, it didn’t matter what he plans or intentions were; the remote had other ideas of its own.
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