Unfortunately, the thing I know about Alice is that, well, I know her. Eager as I am to start reshaping reality to my whim, I also realize that I need to be careful. Best to start off with changes that can't easily be linked back to me. Scanning the room again, I select someone I don't recognize—a punkish-looking girl hunched over a neuropsychology journal. With bright pink hair, some kind of spiked leather choker and a dozen rebellious slogans buttoned to her army-surplus messenger bag, it's almost comical to watch her dutifully taking down notes in a large, carefully color-coded binder. Still, even rebels have to study if they want to get a nice job to pay for all the trendiest combat boots. In any case, she looks absolutely nothing like the people with whom I normally associate—which makes her the perfect test subject.
It takes a moment to find her in the program without a name, but eventually sorting by proximity does the trick and I've got her carefully rendered image rotating on the screen of my PDA. It's nothing special—if not for the unconventional attire and hot pink hair, she'd be entirely unremarkable.
She seems to be about as good a target as I'm likely to get, but there are many other library patrons who are equally unknown to me. And, then again, what exactly do I have to fear? Maybe I should go find someone I know well after all and use it on them instead. I'm not without my share of grudges, after all…
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