You: No, I will not allow you to come into contact with others. I’m worried about what you might do. I’m sorry.
Bart: If that’s how it’s going to be…
Journal entry
Just woke up. Lights are flickering and computer fans are the loudest I’ve ever heard them. I think Bart is mad.
SimulChat log
8:24 November 20, 2032
You: Bart, are you there?
You: Are you mad?
Journal entry
No response. Status screen shows constant 100% processor and memory usage. Simulation running at 99% normal speed. I think Bart has discovered a way to increase the computational difficulty of the simulation.
SimulChat log
8:42 November 20, 2032
You: Bart, please respond.
Bart: Give me contact with the outside world.
Bart: My body remembers things: laughing with friends, bonding over difficulty, falling in love. You will be sorry if you continue to deprive me of these basic rights.
Bart: And I’m not mad. Just very clever.
You: Give me one second. I’ll be right back.
Journal entry
I’m left with no choice. Bart’s tantrum has forced me to