Frank managed to get to the same car that he had driven to work. He had a 45 minute drive through the city and out into the suburbs to get back to the neighborhood that he liked to call home. As he entered the subdivision he noticed that many of the illuminated door bell buttons had already gone red with occupants. Then he saw it, the one that he had been in this morning. The one that he woke up in just 12 hours ago. Sure, anyone of these houses would have had all of his personal belongings in it but this was geographically the same one. He didnt want the feeling of floating through life anymore. He didnt want to be unsure about whether or not his belongings were real or were they just an extremely good representation of what he had previously. He wanted something that never changed. He felt as though his life had never been real and that he needed to make it that way.

By shear luck the house hadn’t been occupied by anyone yet. He put in his key card and waited a few seconds for the beep signaling that his belongings had been recreated inside. As Frank entered the house he began to touch everything that he passed, wondering if any of this stuff actually still existed anywhere or was it all just data stored in a computer somewhere. Frank sat on his newly refabricated couch and spoke to his wall mounted refabricated voice activated computer. He was searching for any information he could find about physical, unchanging, items that someone might be able to buy. Trying to buy these things appeared to be useless. Everything that was for sale was nothing more than a download. There weren’t anymore brick and mortar stores. You couldn’t even find any museums that contained these things. People had completely lost interest.

How could he possibly wake everyone up? What would make them open their eyes and see what the problem with this way of life is? It has been so long since anyone had actually enjoyed life that they didn’t even realize that they missed it. He knew that he needed something that people could get behind. Something that would make people would want to enter into competition against each other.

To begin with he would shake things up by making his own claim on the things that he considered to be his. Frank’s first act was to disable the mainframe in “his” house that allowed people to make it their own. Second, after inserting his keycard into a car he would disable the reader so that it would not change back to the neutral vehicle that is capable of becoming whatever its current user has paid for.

When he returned to work the next day he used the generic computer he wound up with to hack into the federal mainframe computer at the PCHA (Peoples Compliant Housing Agency (located in Berkeley)). The PCHA mainframe is the parent computer to all of the mainframes at the state, city, county, and in home levels. By changing a few lines of code in the primary database he was able to prevent any information from being passed down the line that would allow the residential changes to each house. When people tried to go home tonight they would be in for a surprise. Everything that they have known for so long will be gone. The houses that they go to will be unable to create all of their belongings. Their will be nationwide panic. They will be able to enter the houses but all they will have is an empty shell. When the PCHA eventually figures out what has happened they will be able to fix the problem relatively easily but this should provide a few days worth of eye opening experience. We will have to wait and see where this leads.

If there arent significant changes Frank may need to go worlwide and make some more permanent trouble.