I mean really, how can you be sure you are not a corpse and all that is left of your reality is a maldaptive nervous system that generates and synthesizes memories?

I bet you are 6 inches deep or in a comma and this post is your brain trying to give you a hint.

If you are reading this, perhaps you should consider waking up

Or perhaps I am dead. And this is me writing (or pretending to write) about death, because it's MY brain trying to inform me of the situation.

Or MAYYYBE we are all dead and we never really existed. What we are experiencing is a fragmented collective subconscious trying to recreate what it deems to be life.

Why do we have to breath if we are dead? Why life is like this? Is it malleable? Can we interact with the motherboard?

Some say reality is a AI generated simulation. You are 001110100111100 and I am 11000010000011111101. Wanna make out?

What if I am the only conscious being and all of you are non-sentient beings, pretending to have free will, supported by a powerful code. You are NPCs in my life. Should I say hello to the camera?

Think about it. Do you even have thoughts? Can I speak a certain combination of words that will crash the code and that busty 20 year old curvy blonde sitting on my couch will suddenly crumble to green numbers?

"HEY YOU! ARE YOU REAL GODAMNIT?!"

MAIEYBEEEYYYYY we are Gods in flesh. This is our field where we get trained to wield reality. When we die, we get transfered to anotther plain of existence where we create our own worlds.

Does any of it matter?

Your life is still the same. You have to pay rent, take your dog for a walk, have kids, go to work, buy groceries. Life doesn't care what you think about here.

By all means, whatever we are experiencing right now is real on its own regard. And perhaps this is it. Perhaps it doesn't go far from this.

We are a product of evolution. We struggled to be where we are right now. We died, we cried, we fought.

But we made it. And now we don't really care about life, because fuck that. In some years we will be able to do whatever we want with life. Kill it, multiply it, make it obsolete, recreate it, forget about it all together.

Welcome to the age of Cognition.

-Thatredbeardguy