I copied it to a read-only drive and locked it in a fireproof safe. Not because I wanted to play again. But because the moment I saw that satellite view—the moment I saw 94 —I remembered something: a news headline from the week before. A climate summit that had ended in a walkout. A pandemic task force disbanded because it was "too alarmist." A politician who had called experts "elitist parasites" and won a landslide.
Below it, a new option had appeared—one that hadn't been there before: LOAD SAVE: EARTH_2026.sav I didn't click it. I closed the laptop. I unplugged it, removed the battery, and put the whole thing in a Faraday bag I kept for unstable media. The next morning, I reported the file to my supervisor, who told me it was probably a hoax and to delete it.
I played for an hour. Aethelburg’s rivers ran dry because I’d chosen to subsidize bottled water for the elite. Its crops failed because I’d renamed the Department of Agriculture to the Department of Patriotic Slogans. The neighboring countries—once neutral—were now "hostile" because my foreign policy consisted solely of calling their ambassadors "nerds." Dummynation.rar
By hour two, Aethelburg had no hospitals, no schools, no power grid. But it did have forty-seven statues of me, a state-sponsored conspiracy theory about psychic frogs, and a STUPIDITY INDEX of 98.
Below it, a blinking cursor asked: What would you like to do today, Leader? I copied it to a read-only drive and
Something was wrong. I felt a slight warmth from my laptop fan, though the program was barely using any CPU. I typed: Invest in education. EDUCATION IS A FOREIGN CONCEPT. LITERACY DROPS BY 2%. MINORITIES BLAMED. YOUR APPROVAL RATING RISES TO 94%. The game was teaching me something. Not about strategy, but about collapse. Every rational choice I attempted was either rejected or inverted. Every irrational choice—banning dissent, defunding science, building a pointless wall around the capital—was rewarded with adoring citizen quotes and a rising STUPIDITY INDEX.
A single executable icon appeared on my desktop: a crudely drawn globe, tilted at a jaunty angle, wearing a tiny dunce cap. The file name read simply Dummynation.exe . A climate summit that had ended in a walkout
Dummynation.rar wasn't a game. It was a mirror.
The archive was small—just 12 MB. I ran a standard sandbox scan. Clean. Then I extracted it.
I typed: Check economy. ERROR: ECONOMY NOT FOUND. DID YOU MEAN 'BLAME IMMIGRANTS'? I frowned. I typed: No. Build roads. ROADS REQUIRE FORESIGHT. FORESIGHT LEVEL: 0. SUGGEST INSTEAD: BUILD A STATUE OF YOURSELF. I built the statue. The STUPIDITY INDEX ticked up from 47 to 49. My population cheered in text form: "Finally, a leader who understands what truly matters!"