My name is Charlotte. I didn't choose that, or my parents. I don't even know who they were. All I know is that my name is Charlotte and there is some kind of god controlling us with a green circle coming down from the sky. I call it The Cursor. I know it sounds weird, as if I'm in a game, but I don't know what else to call it and I think it should have a name. I see a flash of white and suddenly I am infront of a house- my house- with another person, a man. I decide to go inside and watch some TV and so does he. Just a few seconds after we sit on the couch and turn it on, I see the Cursor over the TV and it turns off. I feel a sudden weight on my head and know that if I look up I'll see a green gem above my head. I don't dare to though, afraid that just looking at it will make my head explode. All around my body I see a white outline making my skin feel tight like I'm being strangled by an octopus. She (at least I think it's a she) moves the cursor over to the man and makes me talk to him. We chat a bit, I get to know him a little bit more, and learn his name is Dave. I turned around and see an easel and am made to practice painting. I pull out a small canvas and start. It's not easy to paint while there is something above your head weighing you down and there is an invisible force with colour squeezing you till your skin rips apart. Thankfully the doorbell rings and the gem is moved overtop of Dave's head so he can invite in some neighbors. He goes into the kitchen and starts to make some salad, my favorite. The weight comes on my head again, but the cursor doesn't follow me. Instead it goes over to the painting making me put it in our inventory. We both go outside and play a game of chess, and keep playing till our logic goes up. She makes me stop playing when I just started a minute ago. I walk over to the newspaper and search for a job. I usually get to do what I want, but that action usually gets cancelled. At least I get to choose what jobs I see available... The cursor follows me to the paper, to the chair, and everywhere I go. She decides that I should go to the spa, I'm just a towel folder for now. I see the green gem go atop Dave's head and the cursor is white, wich means he's being followed. I feel bad for him, having the weight and tight skin. I talk to one of the neighbors while he looks at the paper. This is a little unnerving, I hope it changes soon.