His violence landed him in repeated trouble… but it was also effective. Where one would punch someone, Jake broke an arm or a leg. Where usually a kid would shove someone, Jake tackled them to the ground and began punching. Each scene was of a different foster home, and all of them were of others trying to make trouble for Jake, and Jake using what could only be described as the use of excessive force in self-defense. Hm? Jake questioned, but the scene had already been completed.Ī few more scenes appeared after that of Jake growing up. Still holding the foam dagger tight as he stared daggers at the kid nearly twice his age on the ground.Īs the scene was about to end, Jake noticed that the small version of himself seemed to almost look in his direction. It only took a few seconds before a disheveled woman came yelling into the room and dragged Jake off the kid. Most would end there, but the small Jake ran over and stomped the larger kid in the head repeatedly as the ten-year-old started crying.
Rolling up, the far smaller child-version of Jake caught the leg of the bully and stood up, making him fall backward. The kid trying to take the foam dagger didn’t even have time to react as he was stabbed in the arm, making him scream out in pain. Something sim-Jake clearly did not care about. Be it out of a fear of getting in trouble or inborn empathy, or perhaps a limiter imposed by society and early nurture. Grevious injuries when children were in scuffles rarely happened, as even when so young, they understood not to do it. Now, even children have some kind of natural limiter on them. Another kid came over to try and take the foam dagger while the large kid walked to Jake and prepared to kick him. The other kids just laughed at the bullying as sim-Jake fell to the floor. The larger kid moved in closer and pushed the far smaller child, sim-Jake stumbling backward. But Jake saw the eyes of the other version of himself. Sim-Jake pulled away but didn’t say anything. It appeared that it was a gift he would receive in both the simulation and real life.
It was a foam dagger that Jake remembered his grandmother getting him before passing away. ”Give!” one of the larger kids screamed as he reached towards sim-Jake’s toy. Jake was smaller than all but one of the other kids.
Sim-Jake, no more than seven years old, stood surrounded by children between the age of seven and ten. So when a new kid entered a foster home of twelve kids – one younger than many of them – it was natural to make him a target.Ī scene like this was one of the first major things that the simulation deemed an impactful event. They were emotionally underdeveloped and immature and often had no way of handling their situation besides acting out. Many of the first memories after simulation-Jake - or sim-Jake for short – went into the foster system were of him being thrown into new environments surrounded by other children in equally unfortunate situations. In fact, it was as if Jake himself was present and standing in the room and could even move around. Jake looked on as the life of the other Jake progressed at a steady pace, far more detailed than before, and it even included sound now.
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