Free SFnal short story idea, came to me literally in a dream:
Dude is living his best life, beatiful house, beatiful wife, gets a job doing computer stuff “improving the world”. But his big fancy work computer is wasting a lot of space so he reformats it/installs Nix, and suddenly everythings gone, all grey wireframe, no way out. Turns out he was given root to his own simulation and there’s no backup.
Feels I should have read this somehwere but haven’t read short SF in ages so…
Lies, damn lies, racist statisticians, but P-VALUES ARE THE TRUTH I TELL YOU