[ 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 .

`` Hi, my name is John,'' I began, met with a resounding'welcome John' from the rest of the attendees, `` and a month ago I used an upgrade on myself.'' I paused, taking a deep breath to steady myself, a technique that the group had recommended in my first session. 
 
 `` I was on the end of a small spree, having upgraded a large number of things around my home. I figured that, if the arrow was above me, it would work on myself as well. And, given the jumps these arrows give, the difference it made, I thought it might finally solve my problem, once and for all. And after I pressed it, all the arrows, over everything, they were just gone. And I, I was still the same as before. No different at all. I'm still disappointed, but coping.'' I finished, taking a seat again to minor supportive applause. Shortly after, the meeting continued, as the man on my left stood to speak his piece. 
 
 The rest of the meeting usually blurs for me, except for the end of today. A new face, she was definitely my age, spoke of how she had tried to upgrade herself, thinking it would make her more attractive. She was n't bad looking, probably had no idea just how pretty she was relatively. After finishing her story, she gave me a muted smile. 
 
 After adjournment, she made a beeline towards me, but a literal beeline, where she ends up visiting everyone else before ending with me. `` Hey, I wanted to ask, what about yourself did you hope to change?'' She led, her blunt question not uncommon to me after my time with the group. 
 `` Well, I did n't feel like i was really me, so I was hoping to change to look more like what I felt I really looked like.'' I repeated, having sanitized the response down via rigorous testing. 
 `` What were you hoping for?'' She responded, not missing a beat. I instinctively reached for my phone, pulling it up to dig for the picture that held all of my hopes and dreams, before showing her the screen. 
 `` Something like this.'' I replied casually, as I watched her face turn to wonder, then disgust, before handing my phone back and walking away in a huff. 
 
 That was the first, and last, time she ever spoke to me or acknowledged my existence.
