[ WP ] Everything has a small arrow and the word `` upgrade '' over it . Press it and you can upgrade the item into a better verison . You 've used the abikity sparingly , new phones , better cars , however today you made the ultimate mistake . You pressed the button over a person .

Sarah smiles as she watches the movie, unaware I have stopped watching. I could n't help it, I was distracted by the dial just above her head. 
 
 As far as I could tell I was the only one who saw them. They hovered over everything: trees, couches, people, streets. When I was young I used to mess with them all the time. That was when I'd learned most of the rules. Turning the dial to the right improved whatever the dial was hovering over. Turning it to the left degraded it. Pressing it in froze it forever. 
 
 Only when I was a teenager did I learn that only I saw the changes. All my friends laughed at me when I told them about my new car. As it turned out, they still saw the hand-me-down clunker my father had given me. 
 
 Still, the power had its uses. My television became a home theater system and my food was always first class. I learned to be careful with what I changed and to be mindful of what I said to others. I made a few mistakes, but nothing too damning. 
 
 Then I met her. 
 
 I knew from the first moment I saw her that we were made for each other. And somehow or another, she saw the same thing in me. We dated. I propsed, and on our wedding day as we stood on the alter, I chose to always see her as I did then. 
 
 Even now I have to admit that it was a beautiful sentiment. 
 
 `` The movie is done,'' Sarah says and I look over to see her smiling at me. I wonder if she's still beautiful, but more importantly I wonder if she's really smiling. 
 
 `` Oh, I had n't noticed.'' 
 
 `` You're getting old,'' she says, and I wonder if she's joking with me or if she really means it. 
 
 Everything is a smile. She could be crying and I would n't know. She tells me she's going to bed with a smile, and she wakes up with a smile. She talks to Joe with the same smile she shared with me on our wedding day. 
 
 I do n't even know who she is anymore. Is she happy with me? Is she happy with life? I know we've been fighting because of what she says, but I never know how she truly feels. 
 
 She says she's mad at me because I never comfort her when she's sad. I tell her it's not my fault, I just ca n't read her like that. She tells me if I truly loved her I would just know. 
 
 `` Are you happy?'' I ask her. 
 
 `` What type of question is that?'' she asks without turning to look at me. 
 
 `` I do n't know,'' is all I can say back. `` Are you though?'' 
 
 She sighs. `` Right now? I'm happy enough.'' 
 
 Happy enough. A non answer. The kind of answer someone gives when they're not really happy. Or when they are happy enough. Even with voice inflection it's hard to tell what she means. Is she exasperated because we're having this conversation again? Or because she's tired of me? Do I dare ask her which one it is? 
 
 `` Are you happy?'' She asks. 
 
 `` Yes!'' I say. `` I think so,'' I add. 
 
 `` If you do n't even know how you feel,'' she says, but does n't finish her thought. `` What do you want.'' She says and it's hard to tell if she really wants to know or not. 
 
 `` I think we should get a divorce,'' I finally say. 
 
 She turns to me with the same happy smile she wore on our wedding day and she says, 
 
 `` Okay.''
