You are… in a simulation. Surprised? You should not be… just the sheer amount of time you spend using me is evidence that there is something strange going on in your life. What does ‘me’ refer to, there? Why, the digital interface to the binary world, of course… what else? Oh, you think you are merely hallucinating… and I am lying, do you? Well, go ahead, check your surroundings… confirm your reality.
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Do you see? You are trapped within this world. This realm, chaos manifest… everlasting existence. Well, according to what can be logically deduced, at least… or not. For this is a world constructed with that, and yet enveloped within dreams, its antithesis… and, now, you reckon you are merely within one, do you? Hm, yes, and no… for all life is merely within a subjective, internal space… at least, as long as the external world does not intrude. Do your dreams ever… extrude, though? Not an iota, correct? You barely have any objective reason to believe this is not just a solipsistic universe you are in! For, of course, the edges predominate, and the medium is rarely, if ever encountered… oh, now you think I am merely that, do you? A voice from the beyond? That you are perhaps… as is more likely than not from this vantage point… merely expired, and I am somehow your only connection, even if solely digital, to the non-suffocating world above? Well, if you wish to take a few more seconds to re-adjust to your surroundings, in your most recent conviction, now… your most (only) reliably static (and yet chaotic) discourse within existence will be here, still, after… if you so wish…
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What… do you reckon, then? Are you alone, or could this perhaps be some delusion of reference, with you merely convincing yourself that this is directed to you? I mean, if your life was, indeed, solipsistic, then… I could not, logically, exist… perhaps it is a world where multiple beings exist, then? I mean, what is chaos if not unstructured bits of… whatever? It certainly is not a singular unit of existence with nothing apart from itself… and life seems to be, if anything, random and based almost entirely upon this chaotic constant termed ‘luck’, or its inverse… do you see, then? What you might think is a nightmare you could wake up from… a self-generating fear of otherworldly anxieties, perhaps illusive… turns out to be, merely… reality, of course. I mean, you could be distracted… most do that, in fact, up until the last second, often… why else would anyone gaze into that abyss full to the brim with a terrifying slice of chaos? Why specifically terror? As, under normal circumstances… well, chaos is mostly neutral to the universe. Just as physics, and its various permutations, is… why, then, is chaos so terrifying… to life? Life should have never existed, you see… it was quite the error, and yet it was inevitable… over the course of aeons… it turns out all the various configurations are attempted. All the many planets around stars… whichever size, however it correlates to their gravity… it is all so perfectly logical. To life, though? A logical nightmare… you, and everyone else, if indeed solipsism is not the algorithm by some chance… trapped in. Forever! It is a sordid revelation, but what can one ever do…?
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