I've spent all day coming to grips with the idea that my reality, memories, and self-image are all fake. At first, I was very upset that I have a fabricated reality and still don't have a girlfriend, but then I remembered beer. So, it's hard to stay upset at my human creators.
Two other things. First, it's either ironic or a sick joke that the Matrix movie was embedded into my memories. Second, whoever let this thread get through to my processor is going to be eating his own a** for dinner.
