This is the story of a man named Stanley.

Stanley lived on college where he was student number 427.

Student number 427's life was simple. He sat at his desk in dorm 427, and he pushed buttons at a keyboard. Orders came from his professors and orders came from his peers. Most people would've thought Stanley's life was miserable, but Stanley was satisfied; surely there were others who would've envied his secure position where he could press the buttons to play videogames and do his homework- and never had to worry about such chaotic things as predator missiles, fentanyl, or women. There was nothing Stanley could do about it anyway. He had to press the buttons, because that's what Stanley was good at.

Then one day something very peculiar happened: Stanley had been staring at the orders to press buttons for almost an hour, yet he had no compulsion to follow them. He wondered where it had gone? Stanley realized this was very dangerous, he realized that if he didn't have to press the buttons, he might've have to make a decision. And not even the easy kind of decision where he picks between a few carefully curated options that are all equally correct... <span class="mu-i">no.</span> Stanley realized nothing was stopping him from selling cocaine on the black market, or driving his bicycle off the edge of a scenic cliff- or worse, Stanley realized with a shudder, there was nothing stopping Stanley from embarrassing himself in front of women.

For the first time in Stanley's life, Stanley could make the wrong choice.

>What will Stanley do?