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The first time Sara deletes her family, she’s two days postpartum, lying in bed in a robe caked in spit-up as she tries to pump. It’s not something she tries to do. Just an instinct. A knee-jerk reaction, really, that the Post-Partum Relief Realities© sim-chip acts on. Her three-year-old screaming. Her dog barking. Her newborn crying. Her husband grumbling. It all just wipes it away. Poof. Gone. And for the first time in four years, all Sara hears is silence. Of course, they’re not really gone. That’s not how the sim-chip works. She’s still back there, in a sense—still on