On my first day on the job, my senior told me that there were only three steps to fixing bugs: observation, analysis, and patching.
I successfully dealt with gravity anomalies and time loops and felt like a veteran.
Until I met a little girl who could never be "deleted."
She blinked her big innocent eyes and asked, "Are you here to fix me?"
As I "format" her with shaky hands, the world begins to pixelate and dissolve.
The alarm sounded harshly: "Warning: Administrator privileges detected - Executor, do you want to destroy your world?"
