1. Randomly seeded

Evelyn lived in a universe whose Random Number Generator(RNG) was seeded with 3847312. She was not programmed to be aware of that fact, because she had no use of it. It's like how some of us can go about our lives fine without knowing that Planck's constant is 6.62607015×10⁻³⁴ J·Hz⁻¹.

What Evelyn pondered about this morning was what she would be having for breakfast, as she laid in bed, waiting for her alarm to go off. Still in a daze from the slumber, she closed her eyes and searched for the cached aggregate value of her recent nutritional logs, which ended with Domino's pizza for dinner yesterday. Adding on an estimated 12 hours of digestive action, her cravings meter landed on something sweet and creamy. "Yoghurt and strawberries sounds delicious right now, " she thought.

For a brief moment she wished the RNG God had given her a higher metabolism parameter, which would cause her to crave for sweet sweet carbs more often. As of now it seemed only to be a distant nostalgia. But she forced her attention away from that train of thoughts - no point wallowing in self-pity over the RNG God's whims. If her parameters were different, then she wouldn't be Evelyn. For that matter, if the RNG seed was different, this world wouldn't be this world. As a 25-year-old, her future was as bright as can be.

She focused on how to make the most of her day today. She had read about a new productivity hack that she was keen to try - the anti-todo list, where items that were already DONE gets written down.

She pulled out her Moleskin notebook. As she pushed the gel pen across the page, she could almost see the autocompletion of the list in her mind. Firmly grasping something in her mind was only atiny step away from having them appearing physically on the page, if only the notebook had implemented the right interfaces.

A minute later, she inked the first three items, starting what she expected to be a long list:

• Make bed
• Yoga
• Sunrise breakfast

And that would be the real sunrise, not the TV show. Evelyn loved watching the crack of dawn through her window, imagining the photons' uninterrupted journey from the Sun to her cheeks, bouncing off anticlimactically.

She knew exactly what time to wake up to catch the sunrise, because even though it varies throughout the year, it is not random. The exact time can be calculated precisely; it depends only on her longitude and latitude, and the time of the year, which indicates the Earth's tilt in relation to the rising sun. It's a miracle that things like the Earth's rotation and its orbit are so precise that we can predict what will happen to the second.

Most of everything are computable, as long as we have the function implementation. The weather isn't a mystery, it's just an overly complicated equation. A daunting task for sure, but a solvable one. Come to think of it, that would be exactly how she expects the universe to function. It would be a miracle IF there is such a thing that couldn't be computed deterministically!

Can there be free will in such a world? Evelyn was sure she was making her own choices.