The Many Deaths Of You

    Something about presidents? Not seeing where this vague train of thought is going, you return to reality and look out the window. It's a pretty normal day. What was that thought about, anyways? You can't remember. You shrug and tighten the fuel lines. For a moment, you swear you've done that before ; then, the moment fades. You are about to push the on button, then take a second look at the chair. It's a wooden stool from the kitchen. Clearly, a monumental scientific discovery like this deserves a better chair. You go to the office room and borrow a spinny chair, which you spin around on for a few seconds. After this, you power up the machine and turn it on. The whole thing powers up, and LEDs on various circuit boards flicker.

   You press the ‘start’ button. Instinctively, you flinch, despite the fact that clearly nothing is happening. You spin over to the terminal for the machine. The power is set to 0%, and a few safeties are on. You enter a few commands and push the button again. Everything is fine and dandy until, unknown to you, it turns out that in your code for the power levels, the most you were supposed to set it to was 11. You set it to 100 thinking it was measured in percentages. And the code didn't check that input for boundary errors. The burner goes on far too high, overwhelms the reaction capsule and shoots fire everywhere.

   You are on fire. Your chair is on fire. Your machine is pretty much on fire. The room is on fire. Soon your whole house will be on fire. You scream and try to run, but trip over some cables. The burning pain overwhelms you and you black out to die shortly after. However, the machine is able to detect the fire and shuts everything off. It’s too late to save you, and your house mostly burns down. The firemen who arrive later are able to save part of it. There were no other casualties. A short while later, specifically 20 minutes and 21 seconds after you die, the meteorite hits. This time, while the meteorite does kill fewer people, it takes out the firemen who were saving the scraps of your house.

==Summary==

Attempt Number: 3

Time Lasted: 2 minutes, 17 seconds

Distance Reached: Home

Okay. You're getting better at this. I think.

I still feel like it's somehow your fault.