"Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. There's a whole section on child sex trafficking -- I guess just taking that out won't get rid of it, but there's gotta be something we can do. Required vaccinations -- we could add some they don't have yet, right? Unless that would make those diseases worse or something? And I kind of want to add a dress code for teachers. Plus, you know, taking ideas."

“—hang on, you gotta tell me how this works. You just — write stuff in and it’s a rule?”

"Right, sorry, other timeline -- yeah. Unless it's too fancy, and then it gets a loading bar, or it turns into an inspirational quote."

He shows him the front page.

“…your third thing was—”

"Oh my god would you give it a rest."

“—what?”

"You said the exact same fucking thing last time."

“…aw, man, I’m gonna run out of new jokes and not even know.”

"What, you have new jokes? -- anyway I can't just, like, make a rule against bad things happening or something, it doesn't grant wishes it makes school rules -- we did an experiment where I banned belts and it made you horny for them."

“What? Nice.”

He puts his chin in his hand, contemplating possibilities.

“Can you just — get rid of stuff? You said you fixed the thing where you weren’t allowed to jerk off at school, right?”

"I mean, there wasn't a rule against it -- not in the handbook -- I just put vibrators on the list of electronic devices and I guess it, like, extrapolated -- but, sure, I can get rid of rules. Except maybe then that changes things so people weren't trying to do it? I dunno. Worked fine when I got rid of the rules against long hair for guys, I guess."

“Huh. Guess it’s kind of a gamble.”

“…they seriously didn’t even have a rule about it?”

"...I mean I feel like you would have gotten in trouble if anyone caught you? But how would they even know?"

“I don’t know, man, how do people get in trouble for fucking on the roof? They can smell it or something. Like sharks.”

"...designated fucking zones."

“…I’m listening.”

"...okay, okay: designated sexual instruction zones."

“That kinda seems less like a zone than a class—”

“…buuut you can’t get Mr. Teegarden to teach Sex Ed.”

"Like hell I can't. The handbook has names of people in charge of some things."

“—hang on, weren’t we in the middle of curing AIDS or something?”

"Right! Yes! AIDS vaccine! I love it. Want to do the honors?"

“—hell yes I do.”

He flips through the book to the list of vaccinations, and pencils in “HIV” right by the end.

“…and now what.”

"Oh -- reboot to install updates." He makes a book-closing gesture with his hands.

“Cool.”

He shuts the book.