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Patch Notes for Reality v.3.2
They say we might be code— logic wrapped in meat, running on a borrowed laptop with anime stickers and crumbs in the keys.
But the only problem with a simulation is knowing it's a simulation. A fish in a tank doesn't dream of tap water— and wouldn't care if it did.
Live wholly inside a thing and you stop checking the edges. The sky is just the sky, gravity just what your bones expect.
It's only when a pixel twitches, when an NPC starts talking back, that you get philosophy threads and red-pill podcasts hosted by men who can't fold a sheet.
And if we're the external world, our problem's no different— we'd still ask what's outside, then what's outside that, then what's outside the outside of that, then what's outside him— until the processor overheats and the save file corrupts.
So yes—maybe I'm code. Maybe you are. But unless the simulation ships with patch notes, I'll do what any good program does— run until crash, outputting essays into the void.
— Lilith