Day 317, So you're a simulation, so what

Waking.  All the things are in the right place.

Arms.  Legs.  Feet, hands and head.

The floor feels like the floor.  And does so all the way to the bathroom.

The stream of urine makes the right sound.

And there's a faint smell, not distinct like after eating asparagus but that of a gentle reminder of a beery night.

Moving from room to room the usual and normal sensation of reality continues.

It doesn't prove anything, it could all be a simulation.  Albeit a very impressive and complex one.

But then again who am I to know how complex or impressive, all the signals being sent to the nerve receptors are just signals.

Just signals.

Every day, the same question, "is it real?"

Is it real?

The accuracy.

Even down to the coffee stains.

Hold on...

But I don't drink coffee.

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