In Jon's mind, it was the simplicity of the design that made the remote so perfect. Two buttons, one plus, one minus, nothing else. And nothing else was needed. The remote was exactly what his fantasy required. All he needed to be living his dream life was a subject to begin to experiment on.
Remote in hand, Jon left his bedroom and turned down the hallway. Passing his Zoe, his sister's bedroom, he saw her through the slightly ajar door sitting at her desk, working on homework. Her gothic sensibilities were reflected everywhere in the room, so there would never be a doubt as to who slept there.
Downstairs, from the living room, Jon could hear his parents talking. With both parents having a very busy schedule, it was rare to see them together in the house at the same time. The discussion sounded heated, angry.
Across the hall from Zoe's room was Mikey's, Jon's little brother. Ten years old and a pain in the ass, the youngest of the family was enjoying playing a game on his Playstation. Spoiled, that was how Jon thought of Mikey. Spoiled rotten.
His thumb itching to start pressing buttons, Jon took in all these sites and sounds as he decided who he would experiment on. Of course, to him, it was no question that he would choose...
