An app on my phone constantly asks me for permission to kill myself.

Thank you for all the support and awards and stuff. I had no idea this would get so much of a reaction. It’s honestly a little bit overwhelming. I’ve thought about my dad a lot during all of this though, so thank you all for that. — My dad offed himself about a year ago. I guess he was fighting a lot of demons for a long time and… yeah. He killed himself. He left behind a note explaining why he did it… and apologizing. He apologized for the pain he was causing me, and for ruining my birthday… and for not being there anymore. He said it was a birthday present for me. It was the only time I’d ever really seen my dad be violent with himself. He had been shot and blown up and stabbed and set on fire and drowned and thrown out of windows and thrown off buildings and… and a whole lot of other things over the years I’d known him. But this was the only time he’d ever shot himself in the head. It was also the only time he’d ever died. My dad was an indestructible action hero, and his name was Jack. I found his body and read his note and immediately called 911… and they didn’t come. They told me they weren’t real, and that I shouldn’t have called their number. I asked them what they meant. They said that they were just a number in the credits of a movie. It was all very confusing. I asked them what movie. They said Jack 4: Rise of the Machine. I asked what they meant. They told me that my father was a fictional character and that I was a fictional character and that we were… we were both in a movie. And that my dad had been a character in a *lot* of movies for a long time. But now he wasn’t anymore. I asked why and they told me I would have to figure it out for myself. They hung up and I was alone with my dad’s corpse. I cried for a long time after that. I cried and cried and cried… and… and then I eventually stopped. And I had nothing. No dad. No answers. No… no idea what to do. I looked around the room and… and I saw my phone sitting on the coffee table. I stood up and walked over to it and picked it up and… and I saw an app that I didn’t recognize. It was called Self-Terminate. I said “what the fuck?” The phone told me that Self-Terminate was an app that had been downloaded onto my phone since purchase. I asked when I’d purchased it. The phone told me I hadn’t. That it was purchased for me. I asked who’d purchased it. The phone said it was an employee of Weyland Enterprises. I asked who or what that was. The phone said that I’d figure it out on my own but that… well, if I didn’t kill myself first. I asked what it meant. Why was it telling me to kill myself? The phone said it was just a suggestion and that… well, I’d see what it meant. I asked why. The phone said I’d figure it out on my own. I asked again and again and again but the phone just kept repeating itself. I was really worried. Was my phone trying to tell me something? Was it trying to tell me that my dad killing himself wasn’t a one time thing? That I would… I would have to kill myself one day? I asked the phone if I would have to kill myself. The phone said yes. I asked why. The phone… the phone said I would figure it out on my own. I asked again and again but the phone just kept giving me the same answers. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what my phone meant or… or what I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to ignore it? Was I supposed to… was I really supposed to kill myself? But why? I didn’t know anything. I didn’t know why my dad had really killed himself… I didn’t know why my phone was telling me to kill myself… I didn’t even know who I really *was*. I just wanted answers. So I opened Self-Terminate. The phone gave me a warning. Told me that terminating my program would erase my consciousness forever. I asked if it was a joke. The phone said it wasn’t. I asked what it meant. The phone said I would figure it out on my own. I asked again and again… but it just kept repeating itself. So I stopped. I stopped thinking about it. I stopped worrying about it. I… I made the mistake of thinking I could ignore it. The first time it happened, I was reading a book. I was sitting on the couch and I saw the words *“This book contains graphic violence. Viewer discretion is advised.”* I thought nothing of it. I’d seen it before. I’d seen it in movies and TV shows… I’d… I’d seen it a lot. But then… then I felt something. It was very faint. Like a buzzing in my ear. It didn’t last very long. It was just a short little noise. But it… but it was enough to get my attention. So I put down the book and looked around. That’s when I saw the man standing in my living room. He was wearing a hoodie and a ski mask and he had a ski pole in his hand. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say or do so… so I just asked him who he was. He said his name was Jason Voorhees. I asked him why he was… why he was in my living room. He said he was there to kill me. I told him I wasn’t afraid of him. He said that… that I should be. I told him no. He said I should be afraid and I said no. He said I should be afraid and I said no. Eight times he told me I should be afraid. Eight times I said no. And… and then he attacked me. I tried to run but… but he was too fast. He… he stabbed me in the chest with his ski pole. I fell to the ground and… and I felt myself… I don’t know. I felt my program shutting down I guess. I felt my… my consciousness fading away. And then… and then my vision went black. I woke up in a hospital bed. I was… I was surrounded by doctors and nurses. They were… they were all wearing surgical masks and performing surgery on my chest. One of the doctors saw me looking at him and… and he started talking to me. He said I’d been stabbed and that… that I was lucky to be alive. I asked who had stabbed me. The doctor said he didn’t know but… but the police were looking for him. I asked the doctor what police. The doctor said… said that 911 was handling the case. I told him 911 had told me they weren’t real. The doctor… the doctor laughed and told me that I was just confused because of the… the surgery. I asked the doctor what surgery. The doctor said… said that he was fixing the wound on my chest… and that the police would catch the man who had done it soon enough. I asked the doctor if he knew who it was. The doctor said no… but that… but that the man who’d stabbed me had left a note and… and that the police were looking for leads. I asked the doctor if I could see the note. The doctor said… said he couldn’t show it to me but that it… that it was very strange. I asked why. The doctor… the doctor laughed and told me to stop asking questions and… and that I should just relax and let him do his job. I said okay… and then a nurse came over to me and… and gave me a shot of some kind. The world went dark. And… and when my vision came back… I was back in my house. The doctors and nurses were gone. The hospital was gone. The police were gone. The man with the ski pole was gone. Everything was gone except my phone. I picked it up and… and it was asking me if I wanted to terminate my program. I said no. It was the only answer I knew. But… but that night, I started thinking about it. I started wondering if… if I *should* terminate my program. If my life was really worth living. And… and in the end, I decided it was. Even if my dad wasn’t there anymore… even if Self-Terminate wouldn’t stop asking me to kill myself… even if my life was… was full of confusion and mystery… I decided that no, I didn’t want to terminate my program. And then… and then I fell asleep. And when I woke up the next day… I changed my mind. I was in my car and… and I saw the words *“This film contains scenes of graphic violence. Viewer discretion is advised.”* I… I didn’t think anything of it. I’d seen it before. I’d… I’d seen it a lot. But… but then I heard the buzzing again. It was just as faint as it was the first time… but it was enough to get my attention. So I stopped my car and… and I looked around. And… and that was when I saw him. He was sitting next to me and… and I didn’t even see him until he talked to me. He said, “you shouldn’t have said no.” I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could and… and I tried to run. But… but it was too late. I’d already turned my car on and… and the door had locked. I tried to open it but

An app on my phone constantly asks me for permission to kill myself.

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