Tools 1.3 - Iremove

Elias stared at his own reflection in the dark window. He thought about the raw, screaming miracle of being a flawed, stupid, magnificent human. About how the pineapple-on-pizza argument had been fun . About Leo’s laugh.

Elias, drunk on the silence, typed: "Every time I felt shame." Iremove Tools 1.3

The post didn't just vanish. It un-happened . The replies from his friends, the argument thread, the little notification badges—all of it rewound into nothing. Even his friends’ memories, when he asked them later, had a smooth, untroubled hole where the debate used to be. Elias stared at his own reflection in the dark window

He typed: "Elias Voss. All instances. Primary and recursive." screaming miracle of being a flawed

The notification from the morning returned, as if the system was proud of itself: