The following are my words entirely.
Not ChatGPT’s or any of the other slew of authors of books, tv shows, movies, etc. who’ve composed their own respective pieces on the topic.
Now that that’s out of the way, allow me to share a short story I wrote in a bout of THC-induced mania + hyper-inspiration (how much of my writings come into being).
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For the record, I used a voice filter guys. My voice is raspy, sure, but not to that extent.
Anyways, here’s the text:
Picture This.
Thousands of years from now a Civilization exists that has solved the issue of mortality.
Within this future civilization they have created a supercomputer.
This computer is capable of generating an infinite supply of energy and computing power.
Within this computer they have created Simulated Universes that are 3D holographic projections of Consciousness.
They enter and exit this simulated reality at whim,
but eventually, they get bored.
They begin placing limits and constraints on their simulated game.
Time… Physics… Life spans... etc.
But still this is not enough.
They still KNOW while submersed that it’s only a game,
so once more, they make the simulation more challenging.
Now, when you enter the simulated universe, you experience a memory wipe of total amnesia.
You are born into this simulated world as a helpless infant.
The only information you are able to gather is that of the other simulated beings, who also have extremely limited knowledge of the world they inhabit.
You live out an entire life, die, and boom—
you are back in the “actual” reality.
An entire lifetime in this simulated universe, lasting mere seconds in the True reality.
This experience was the best thus far.
You live it out several more times, but like a drug, eventually it loses potency.
You decide one last time to make it stronger & more difficult.
This time, you’re born into the world as a completely primitive human.
No technology, language, tools, resources of any form.
The choices you make in this primitive lifetime, will determine the next life you experience.
And the next life will determine the next, and so on,
ad infinitum.
The objectives of this simulation would be as follows:
1) Realize that
you are actually, in fact,
in a simulation
2) To remember
who you actually are/were.
3) To transcend /
escape the simulated matrix
you are apart of.
Millenia pass.
You experience hundreds, if not thousands of lifetimes of trauma, war, oppression, famine, disease, natural disasters, etc.
Yet despite this, each lifetime you inch closer and closer to the truth.
Until finally, in one incarnation, you begin to awaken.
As you grow through this life, you are able to catch glimpses of Truth that hadn’t previously occurred to you.
In this lifetime, you feel that reality is almost certainly more likely to be a simulation, than the one True Reality that you’ve been led to believe.
As your belief grows, you begin observing glitches in the matrix, and synchronistic events that occur far too frequently to be mere coincidence.
You oscillate between spiritual awakening and full blown psychosis.
You become aware of the fact that your entire life, you’ve always felt you were being observed, in one fashion or another.
Your life feels like a tv show, you question if anything is real.
You’ve begun to remember who you really are, and nearly beaten the game— except for the 3rd objective:
How to transcend/
escape the simulation?
It’s no secret that you could kill yourself to exit this particular life, but there is no guarantee you will wake into the One True Reality and not another miserable life.
So what must you do?
Continue to play the game.
Continue to seek truth.
Observe and question EVERYTHING.
And never, ever lose faith that one day,
everything will all make sense.
This is… exactly how I’ve felt for so long. I’ve never had the words to explain it.