Real Name : Ollivander Toma . Username : Smartholomew Mouthitcus . ID Tag : Misfits Incorporated #4269

• Real World:

I was whistling a merry tune. As I walked through the streets, in the real world. Simultaneously observing what my Alters were up to, throughout our various games.

I had a few implants, that let me mentally play in numerous VRRPGMMOs. Even when I wasn't connected to a headset. I'd even gone so far, as to buy all 13 consoles, that my brain could safely comprehend. With my Alters moving between them.

I had a "Mother Board" implant. Which was essentially a big chunk of metal, on the side of my head, that let my mind regulate my 13 consoles.

I had the big Three: The Oasis, Villagers, and Mon Master.

But I also had a Crossover Console, which let me build 13 private Shards. Each a combination of different franchises, which I could splice together anyway I wanted. Even building my own history for them.

Essentially I could download, up to 100, canon series or singular stories. Which are then edited by the Hub Computer. Using VIs, controlled by the Hub Computer, to keep the player engaged.

With each crossover combination, saved to a cartridge, with up to 13 Cartridges.

I could invite people to the Shards, but it was mostly for Solo Gaming, and Villager programs.

Along with several other MMO consoles, and sole console.

Unfortunately, a side effect, of using a "Mother Board" with a Neuro divergent brain, like mine... meant I developed 13 distinct personalities.

None of the 13 personalities, were actually me, but they also kinda were. I was aware of them, and had a kinda Hive mind, where we could hear each other's thoughts... but we weren't REALLY the same people, even if we did share a body. They weren't really me, but rather different aspects of my personality... it could get confusing, in my head.

MMO Console: The Oasis. Cartridge: Cyber Punk. Map: Neonoir. Location: The Distracted Globe.

Alter: Metagamer.

Alter's Role: Caretaker / Soother.

(a type of a protector, they help manage and care for other alters, and sometimes external people. They are often motherly. Caretaking alters lack awareness of self-care and become exhausted easily.)

Avatar Design: An Asari. (A humanoid alien, with starfish like tentacles for hair, and blue skin). This avatar is also a Futanari (Meaning has a penis and testicles, in addition to breast). While he also has large dark grey / leather wings, scrawny hooved legs, and an amphibious tail. Along with patches of dark freckles.

As an added ability, they can transform into a ponified version of their Avatar.

After calling them, and making sure they were free, Metagamer made his way to their usual hang out. Although, much to the annoyance of his hive mind, he blocked them from his thoughts.

They fussed and fussed, wanting to see the meeting. Which caused Metagamer to mute them all... and didn't like, how quiet it suddenly got, in his head. But it was a necessity, Meta knew how these men appreciated their privacy.

The second he entered the VIP room, "Meta!!!" he heard his name called, as if by an excitable puppy.

Spotting Aech, Meta wandered over to one of the top Programmers in the world, a member of the High 5, ruling body of the entire Dyson Sphere... not thet that position was anything but a figure head, with the AIs managing all governing matters.

The Futanari Asari, embraced the cyborg, in a big hug.

Aech smiled, "I'm happy to see you. It's boring here all by myself." Daito just whacked the Cyborg, upside his head. Proving he was here to.

It wasn't long before Klein joined them... the man smiled, planting a kiss on the Futanari, his fingers toying with Meta's sensitive Wings.

Finding a table, they all took a seat, and ordered some drinks. Before getting down to business.

Meta was officially discussing the terms, of arranging a playdate between their Cyber Kids.

MMO Console: The Oasis. Cartridge: My Little Pony. Map: NSFW. Location: The Stable (BDMS Club).

Alter: Sol'pax.

Alter's Role: Sexual Alter.

(created as a coping technique to sexual abuse and rape. Able to keep that knowledge away from other parts. They handle sexual abuse when it occurs).

Avatar Design: A Ferengi. (Short, wrinkly alien, from Star Trek. They have large ears that take up the entire sides of their head, and are completely hairless, with sharp teeth pointing in random directions).

Vulpony Transformation. (A fox / pony form. Where he has the head of a pony, but with sharp fox like teeth. A fluffy fox tail. He also has Hooved back legs, while his front legs have hand like paws. And Pegasus wings.

He has bright orange fur, with a cream underbelly. While his lower legs become black, with thick blue squigglies where it met the orange fur, just above all four of his knees.

His tail is orange, with the underside being the same cream white as his underbelly, with a black tip, plus thick blue squiggles between all the intersecting colors.

His wings were naturally feathered. With short blue feathers at the bone. While the rest are long white feathers, that fade to black.

His cheeks, and lower jaw, are naturally the same cream white as his underbelly. While the rest of his face was orange. Well, except for the large number of black freckles around his large, pony style, eyes. Which take up a third of his head.

Sol'pax decided to take a night to de-stress. He loved his friends, but they hardly shared his kinky interest. Besides answering the occasional question they had, or telling the occasional dirty joke, the "boy" tried to keep his interests to himself.

So here he was. At an XXX rated night club, for bronies... and the bouncer was being a dick.

"No child Avatars," He sighed, seeing the boy.

Sol'pax blinked, before exclaiming, "What!? I come here all the time!"

"Where are your parents?" the blue unicorn, glared down at the adult child.

"Don't have any," the boy answered easily. He had plenty of caretakers, in the past, but never let any of them adopt him. He refused to give up his rights like that.

The bouncer's eyes grew wide, even calculating, at seeing an unattached age player.

"Can I go in now?" asked the ColtKit. "It's not like I'm a real child."

The Bouncer flinched, not liking being reminded of that.

"Meta!" A Cyborg-pony stuck his head out of the club. He had dark grey skin, no fur, robotic legs, and was all kinds of bulky, "What's with the new look?"

Sol'pax groaned, "You're talking about... see, Metagamer is..." he couldn't find the best way to describe Metagamer, without looking crazy.

Unfortunately the Cyborg pony's eyes widened in understanding. "Oh... you're... one of his counterparts?"

Sol'pax blinked, "He told you about that?"

The Cyborg smiled.

"Who are you?" The ColtKit couldn't resist asking. Wanting to know more about this pony, that Metagamer trusted with something like that.

The Cyborg looked at the bouncer, "You gonna let him in? or what?"

The Bouncer stood up straight, "Of course Mister Aech, Sir!" before shoving the boy in the door.

The Colt Kit glared at the rough treatment... ironic, considering where he was.

• Back with Metagamer :

Aech froze, staring over at Metagamer... "I think i just ran into one of your alters."

Metagamer immediately stiffen. "Which one?" he hesitantly asked.

"He has a fox-pony Avatar," Aech explained.

Meta still wanted clarification. "Pegasus or bat wings?"

"Pegasus," Aech informed.

Klein perked, "That's Sol'pax... He's a Ferengi, with a pony transformation.

"Occasionally, he uses FOY water, to regress his body into a child, but that alter isn't actually a kid. But only way he can even, get it up, during sex, is when he's using a child Avatar, and his partner is a forceful adult... he's really into consensual non-consensual...

Meta sighed, "Apparently it helps him cope with past memories I didn't even know we had. Try not to irritate him. He's very easily annoyed... and has a very sensitive soul."

• Back with Sol'Pax :

The cyborg-pony led the ColtKit away from the door, and into a VIP room.

The boy blinked, at being allowed in here, but shrugged it off. The Cyborg must be in the military, or something.

They found a booth, with a good view of some of the kinkier stuff, happening downstairs.

"Let me introduce myself, and try not to freak out," He smiled. "Aech," he held out his hoof, "Of the High 5."

Sol'pax didn't even bat an eye, "Sol'pax, of Spike's Hoard." and quickly tapped the offered hoof, with his own.

Two screens popped up, one in front of Aech, the other with Sol'pax. They showed off their public information, to the other.

Sol'pax briefly confirmed this guy was actually part of the High 5. Though, the Ferengi turned pony, didn't particularly care about that. It wasn't like those guys were anything more then figure heads.

The coltkit began scrolling through cyborg's limits and fetishes... Unfortunately, one hard limit was shota. But he did have a large spanking fetish, based on the 20 something different tags for it he had. So maybe tonight wouldn't be a total loss... even if he would refuse to do any of the harder stuff the Colt Kit enjoyed.

"Hey," Aech chuckled. "I've actually read some of these comics." he must be looking through the boy's creative tab.

"Please, no autographs." Sol'pax couldn't help but tease.

Aech flashed the boy a smile. It was, perhaps, a bit too charming.

"So you're Metagamer's other half," Aech smiled.

The ColtKit gave a careless shrug. "One of a few," Then reading Aech correctly... if a bit too late, the boy realized the man wanted to talk about deep, and important things... not kinky pony fun.

"Maybe we should get together sometime," Sol'pax tried to back out, gracefully. "I've had a hard week. And just want to be tied up, while I'm wacked with a riding crop."

Aech blinked, suddenly remembering where they were. This wasn't exactly a place to get to know each other.

"Right..." Aech frowned, looking at the beagle sized pony-fox-thing. "You're parents let you come here?"

Sol'pax sighed, "Don't have any, and no, that isn't an invitation to adopt me." he cut through it. "I just want to have a little fun tonight." getting up from the table.

"I didn't mean it like that," Aech assured, using only his words to stop the boy from walking away. "Although I can imagine you get a lot of randos offering to adopt you. It might not be the same thing, but I get that."

The Colt Kit raised an eyebrow.

Aech chuckled, "Kid, I literally rule the world. You have any idea how many people suck up to me." It wasn't a question... and it didn't need to be.

Sol'pax gave a light smirk, "A lot?"

Aech scuffed, "A hell of a lot." he motioned for Sol'pax to re-take his seat. Which the boy hesitated.

"Besides, I don't think I could handle, a kid as kinky as you." He joked. And that got the boy back in his seat. "Must be hard, most people, willing to get this kinky with a child Avatar," he waved a metal hoof at the still floating screen. "Also enjoy molesting them." he eyed, on the screen the boy's sexuality of "Asexual", "Pan Romantic" to be specific.

The ColtKit sighed, suppose he could spare an hour. He had all night to do kinky stuff. "Yeah, and some players just won't accept I don't want their dick in me... but i kinda get off when they don't give me a choice... it's about the only way I can get off."

MMO Console: Village. Shard: Detective Mysteries.

Alter: Musky-Pup.

Alter's Role: Manager.

(These alters are helper parts. They have extensive understanding of different alters and how they work together, and often help by explaining things to the therapist).

Avatar Design: A Husky-Taur. (Think a Centaur, but a Husky. With a dog like head, while his lower body is a 4 legged husky). He has bright red fur, and a neon green underbelly. With grody matts in his fur.

The thing about living in a virtual reality... things rarely change. Obviously they do in some ways. What with the voting system. But in your hub world, after you get things the way you like them... most players kinda just sit on their butts, and rejoice in it.

Musky wasn't like that. He was often coming up with new laws, themes, building new buildings. It has been about a hundred years, since mankind installed themselves in this virtual paradise, and he just kept changing.

Musky couldn't even decide on what Avatar he liked. Or even what age he wanted to be. Those often changed, between the MMOs he played.

Currently Musky was wearing a Husky Taur Avatar, his most common similarity. It was like a Centaur... but a Husky. Furry torso, and adorable pupper head, included.

Currently Musky was red, with a neon green underbelly... like a poisonous frog, but my coloring is where the similarities ended. He wasn't sure if, at last, Musky can settle on these colors, but he liked them in the moment. His fur was mangy, and had lots of matts. It went well with his name.

"Hey Musky," spoke Doctor Spenser Reid, from Criminal Minds, as he sat down at the Taur's table, in the library.

Spencer was a pretty simple "Villager" AI. That was inside Musky's personal Shard. The Doctor had his personality template, and all his memories. So Musky made the young doctor's Avatar, and behavior, exactly like how Musky wanted him to be.

He was Spencer, acting like a combination of the various versions of him, Musky uploaded into his personality subroutines... including personality traits the Taur pulled out of various fan fictions. With a modified Avatar, making Spencer look like a furry.

Musky had quite a few of these AIs, called "Villagers." They made eternity worth it.

In his hub world, Musky could assign them jobs, complete task for them, go on adventures with them, or build them things. As the Hub World was basically a mix of Animal Crossing, SiMs, and Minecraft.

For Musky chose to make the good Doctor, one of his study partners, for the local university.

Tony DiNozzo was already here, slacking off, as was Timothy McGee, though his nose was firmly in a book. Both from NCIS.

Musky even had Neal Caffrey, from White Collar, seated with them. Along with Sherlock Holmes, from the show "Sherlock".

What can he say? Musky like crime dramas... a very... specific type of crime drama. For each of these men were young... and had a lot of spanking, and/or, diaper stories written about them... with Musky-pup uploading his favorites into their subroutines.

Even playing "Matchmaker" to get their mentors / bosses, to accept them as their wards.

Musky didn't mess with their ages, as some players do... but Musky did pass a law, that everyone under 30, was legally considered a child...

What can Musky say? He had some embarrassing fantasies, and his own private Shard let him experiment with them.

As Musky was the unelected Mayor of the Shard. He could do things like this. Essentially, Musky, like all players over their Villager Shards, was God King Emperor. His every passing thought could become law. The only thing stopping him from becoming an Evil Dictator...

The game required players, to interact with every last one of their Villagers. They had to talk with them. Interact with them... and it was just human nature to grow concerned for them.

Musky might be living out his fantasies, but he still wanted to make sure his Villagers enjoyed themselves.

• Back with Sol'Pax .

Sol'pax and Aech, ended up talking for several hours. Until they finally parted ways... it was interesting, meeting a friend of one of his alters. Sol'pax figured it be more awkward. But now it was time to get his freak on.

"That's it everyone," a voice came over the speakers, that were set up around the club. "Were closing for the night."

Sol'pax couldn't resist yelling out. "BUCK!!!"

Pouting, He settled himself to steal something from the VIs. That way THEY'D spank him.

At least the night wouldn't be such a let down. This really was a gross misuse of a Kink Club.

MMO Console: Furry Fandom. Cartridge: Rebottled Sodaroo.

Alter: Sunny Dilbert Dee'Roo.

Alter's Role: Persecutor.

(A common type of alter, often acts in a harmful way but there is a protective logic behind a persecutor's actions. Persecutors often have a distorted view of reality, and may disrupt therapy or intentionally injure the person's body, for example to punish child alters for disclosing abuse that has been kept secret.

All alters "should be treated with equal kindness," despite their behaviors, and persecutors are often seen as "misguided protectors" which can be negotiated with.)

Avatar Design: A Sodaroo. (A kangaroo, colored like a beverage. Where even the males have pouches). He has yellow fur, a blue underbelly, and an orange platypus tail. Then blue and black claws, larger then his head. With long blue cornrows for hair. And sharp carnivorous teeth.

Sunny Dilbert Dee'Roo... gulped. Standing before the main character of the original series, and his idol, the great Pocari Roo.

Mind you, He knew she wasn't the real thing. Hell, she wasn't even an AI. She was just a virtual Intelligence puppet, Controlled by his Hub Computer. Even so... Sunny couldn't help being a little intimidated.

This was the original creator of the Sodaroo Lore. It used to be, Sodaroo were just random kangaroos, based on beverages. The actual Pocari, created the Lore, decades before the Oasis was even brought online. She was one of the kinder pop-u-furs, that made YouTube videos.

She had posted "the holy script", (and no, Sodaroo's are not that weird. They just think it's funny to call it that.) As some random video, that SHOULD have been the 100th episode, given it's importance to Sodaroo culture, and how close to that episode she was. But Eh, not like the original creator knew what she was making.

Some millionaire Sodaroo, got a licensing agreement from Pocari, to make a short Anime, based on her lore... which turned into a 400 episode epic. Not only due to it's popularity, but because beverage companies kept buying advertising space, to get Sodaroos made as reoccurring, or even minor characters.

Pocari Roo was the Sodaroo, that made them a respected community, within the Fandom. Ah hell, Re-Bottled Sodaroo had become such a popular Shounen. It was regarded as highly as Naruto, or even Dragon Ball Z.

And here Sunny was... in front of him... even if it wasn't really her... errr, him. Pocari, the character, was a boy. It was the creator, that was a girl. Need to keep that straight.

"Don't worry kid." Pocari smiled, at the Sunny D flavored Sodaroo. "I've been to the wastelands lots of times. You promise to have my back, and I'll have yours."

Gulping, Sunny looked straight at Pocari, and declaring, with every fiber of his soul. "I promise."

They left for the wastelands later that night. Making the grueling journey by bouncing through the roads. Sodaroo were built for such long distance journeys... Although Sunny could feel his stamina already draining.

Starting a new game, he might as well have zeroed out. All his stats were back at level one.

Pocari eyed the young roo, knowingly. "Maybe you should sleep bounce, we'll make sure you stick with us."

Sunny was blushing, feeling like such a newb, which wasn't helped by-

One of the other scavengers scoffed. Jack Daniels, a Sodaroo based on... well Jack Daniels, the Whisky.

Sodaroo named their first born after their family drink. Then the first born was expected to join an exhibition team, to uncover more lost relics. There was no rule they had to join, it was just expected. With the first borns being trained from birth to survive the wastelands. Other roos could, of course, join, but First Borns held an advantage.

He was colored in dark browns, a black underbelly, and a touch of white. He looked gruff, like an older cowboy. Hat and all... what can Sunny say, Re-Bottled wasn't known for it's subtlety... he even had a beard of white stubble.

"Ah told ya we'd end up babysitting da boy," Jack grumbled.

Simply Orange growled. "His tutors assure me he's ready. He'll pull his own weight."

"He's already slowing us down!" growled Jack Daniels. "If the kid needs to enter a bouncing trance ALREADY, we'll have to slow our speed to 30 miles an hour, just for him to keep up. It will take us a week to get there, if we have to slow down that much!"

"I can keep going," Sunny... kinda lied... he was already pushing himself past his limit.

"Dilbert," Simply warned, making the young roo blush... feeling more like a child, then his college age Avatar. Getting, some of the less serious members of the team, to snicker. As they realized Sunny's parents, actually chose to make his "D" stand for something.

Sunny sighed, "You realize I'm 19, right?" which was the age of his Avatar... He actually was in his early 30's.

"I don't care if you're a hundred and nineteen," Glared Simply. "I'm your elder, so I'm in charge of you. If you want to join us on our next expedition, you better not give me lip again.

"If you expect to survive, you need to obey, without question. I can't pause to explain my orders when we're running for our lives. And we certainly don't need an exhausted kid with us, well fleeing monsters. You won't have much time to sleep, so you should rest as much as you can now."

She was taking the time to explain that much... and Sunny couldn't help but blush. He KNEW that. He wasn't preforming at the same level as his last playthrough, so he NEEDED to conserve his energy.

"Now will you do as your told, and enter a trance?"

Sunny's face was bright red. He was used to being the one making such speeches, to newer Sodaroos. Part of him was pissed... but most of him felt like a newb that just got a dressing down.

"Yes Ma'am," Sunny acknowledged, closing his eyes. Focusing his mind, he activated one of his racial powers.

His "Trance Bounce" was only at the first rank, so Sunny's speed would greatly slow, and he wasn't as aware of his surroundings as he was used to.

Currently, in this state, Sunny needed a troop to follow. Although he would do so instinctively. he was kinda awake, but mostly asleep. Sorta like daydreaming while walking. He crawled inside his head, but his Avatar still did what it needed to.

In this state, his stats would slowly restore. As it counted as a long rest, while still moving.

The relation he chose, was an easy one. their Hive's Hub Computer, even re-worked the story around it, to include him. Sunny was Simply Orange's cousin, whom she adopted at a young age. Now ready to join her on her trips to the wastelands.

Simply Orange was a girl he wrote a lot of fan fiction about. And no you pervs, nothing sexual... he just loved how motherly she was. She even had a daughter, that she left behind on her trips to the Wastelands... but still clearly loved her daughter, and was a great mother.

Sunny didn't have parents of his own... being An Echo, in a real boy's head.

Orange was tough, and took no nonsense. While simultaneously being very affectionate and tender.

Sunny liked writing fics, where Simply was raising him. And uploaded them into the Sodaroo cartridge.

"Sunny," Sunny groaned, as he was brought back to the world. Or, at least, the Sodaroo world. Simply was giving The Sunny D-Roo, a gentle shake of the shoulder, enough to wake him from his trance.

Waking up, they were still hopping down the road. "We're approaching the Wastelands, we'll be there within the hour. Get your weapons ready. It's not common, but sometimes monsters wander this far out."

Sunny flexed his massive claws. As they were the only weapons he needed.

Another boy, just a few years older then Dilbert, smiled, "You know not many Roos inherit any throwback genes, much less multiple." Looking at Sunny's webbed feet, and massive claws. Dee'Roo even had a Platypus tail. He was a little shocked the VIs were responding to his modded Avatar. They hadn't done that last time he played the game.

Strangely, it was Jack Daniels that swatted the Hawaiian Punch pup, upside his head... so the only reason they hadn't mentioned it before, was because it was rude.

"I think my throw back genes," Sunny began. "Will come in handy."

Simply hopped shoulder to shoulder, to Sunny, and gave him a hug. To which Sunny only blushed. Then she threatened to pull our troop over, so she could knock some sense into Hawaiian Punch, through his bottom

If the boy had been real, Sunny would have sworn he looked almost thankful, when a giant mutated worm, burst from the ground.

CODEX : Olive's Backstory .

The Toma Clan was a wealthy family, living in Japan. While they were mostly of German descent, their family had been Japanese citizens since World War 2. A large family, fleeing the Nazis, while still wanting to live with Allies to Germany.

They had changed their last name to "Toma" to better fit in with the Japanese... although it was largely chosen at random.

They started a tech company, which had evolved into a global Empire.

With most of the family, living in separate houses within a large Estate.

Dad had gone to America, to go to a popular Californian university. Where he met his future wife... not in the university... he actually met her well exploring the landscape, and stumbled into a ghetto, with a mostly Mexican population.

They had a one night stand, and she got pregnant... then it turned out, she lied about the pregnancy, to trick dad into marrying her. But she had gotten pregnant for real, by the time this was discovered... She was not a nice lady...

Dad's family pretended not to realize what was going on, as the woman was pregnant, NOW, and they didn't want to create a scandal... it was already scandalous enough, with the college boy / expectant father.

Dad's mere existence was already enough of a scandal, so this certainly wasn't helping.

Mom moved to Japan, to live on the family estate. With the clan building her a house, and hiring a nanny and a maid. Although they were sure to get a prenup when the woman actually married Dad.

Within 7 years, they had 3 children... with mom, thankfully, dying during the birth of the third child. Dad, having lost his own mother to childbirth complications, refused to let that affect how he saw his youngest. Showering her with love.

Unlike his own father, who didn't even let dad live in the same house. Instead living with his grandmother, while playing with his cousins, in the clan estate. One cousin, became more like a sister. To the point Dad's children called her "Auntie".

Little Olive lived a life of luxury and plenty... until he started school...

It was a high end private school, the type of place that vets their staff thoroughly. And only hires the most qualified teachers... but not even that is foolproof.

Anyway, one lawsuit later, and free therapy for life. Ollivander had a new found fear of women...

Things didn't get easier from there. As the family curse held true.

He was later diagnosed with Autism, and put in Special Ed classes.

Not everything was bad, as it was still a luxury private school. That worked hard with the boy to develop the skills he needed... which turned out not to matter, as a few years into his college career, he developed Schizophrenia...

He was trying to live on his own at the time... and ended up another crazy homeless guy.

His family was able to track him down, and brought him back to the estate. Getting him medication... which gave him diabetes... another lawsuit, and Ollivander was back to living in the family penthouse... with a much larger trust fund, that his father controlled... due to the boy being declared incompetent.

However, then Ogden Morrow arrived on the Scene, and developed technology to control disorders like Schizophrenia and Bipolar. The Toma family gave the man enough money, to fund the project without need of military grants. So the boy was outfitted with the chip soon afterwards.

Things finally started looking up, as Ollivander was able to go back to School, and got Doctorates in: Sociology, Psychiatry, Psychology, and History.

He spent the next decade, researching fandoms... after all he already had a pretty sizable trust fund. It wasn't like he needed to have a career that paid ridiculously well...

Then the Oasis came out, and suddenly, people like Ollivander were in high demand.

The boy was hired onto I.O.I. and started making those ridiculous numbers.

He was even able to afford one of Morrow's harddrive implants. Giving him an eidetic memory, and a few dozen new skills. He was also able to buy, from morrow, a cybernetic pancreas and liver, curing his Diabetes.

Then genetic engineering improved, allowing people to stay in their Prime longer.

Yes things were looking up for him... until they weren't...

As the world's resources disappeared, Many of the world's wealthy fled to Mars... but they refused to take Ollivander, on account of his "genetic defects".

His family chose to stay behind with him, although the rest of the clan left... and liquidated their company... so no more trust fund.

Ollivander, and the other, now grown kids, ended up having to support their Aunt. Which wasn't really a big deal, as she was able to get a new job, working in Programming for I.O.I.

A job Ollivander was able to get her, by pulling strings.

Then, resources became so scarce, that all small towns had to be abandoned. Moving everyone into the larger cities, and turning completely to nuclear power.

A few years later, the world's governments agreed to hand everything over to James Halliday, as they fled the planet for Mars.

The Major cities became city states, and a new global government was established. This would have been a good thing... if the people weren't left behind to die in the wasteland Earth was becoming.

Then Halliday died, started that stupid contest, but left control of the planet's government to his former business partner, Ogden Morrow.

Then I.O.I. started to... change. Seeming to go the Super Villain route.

Eventually, I.O.I. was defeated, thanks to the High 5, who won the contest, and inherited the company...

Things were looking up again, but... you know what happened from there.