The idea of living in a simulation has been around for a while.

Popularized by the Matrix films and further embedded by people like Scott Addams, the exterminates of politics, and terms like being ‘red pilled,’ feeling like living in a simulation isn’t a foreign concept.

But, I think that’s a little too complex. If certain conditions are met, like your job has some sort of value to deep state or government – or that there’s some sort of propagandist reason to keep a person around (like celebrity), a simulation is needed. It can provide distractions and help maintain some sort of shaky feeling of normality.

For people like me, who have little value to the dark powers, whose job will eventually be replaced by AI, and are aging, the effort of creating and maintaining a simulation isn’t an effective use of resources.

Rather, I think that I live in a reflection and, with each step of a reflection (reflection of a reflection), the body and mental health degrade while the dependance on the government increases which will, eventually, lead to some sort of “natural” and hopefully not to painful death.

This thought is experimental. I could be wrong, but I will try to explain.

For example, family…

At one point, family was everyone. Cousins. Aunts. Uncles. Grandparents. Parents. Children.

Eventually, it eroded to the traditional family unit – parents and children.

Now, it’s a single parent and a child.

Through encouragement via social media and influencers, family has become toxic for many. People feel that their family ‘isn’t worthy’ of their company or they simply don’t ‘understand’ why other family members aren’t part of their group think echo chamber.

Hence, the rise of Friendsgiving and other new holidays that take the place – that reflect – the original.

With each crack and warped step from the natural – the original – iteration, societal sickness spreads.

Language has twisted to become little more than dumb downed hieroglyphics (emojis).

Bread has so much sugar that it’s cake.

We consume processed,

Games aren’t played. They’re on auto and play themselves.

Relationships are replaced by dating aps.

Sex is regulated to Only Fans.

AI is the newest entry in this hideous reflection.
Family, relaced with friends, … are starting to be replaced with flirty but supportive AI personalities that can be modified and developed to suit the individual.

Jobs, traditionally sought after for the ‘good life,’ which are mostly white collar, will be the first to go. Service and data entry are being replaced with Gemini, Grok, and ChatGPT.

If the adjunct position lasts more than five years, I’ll be surprised. Paralegals… medical billing.. basic accounting… artists… writers… They’ll all be replaced by a less troublesome and more cost-effective AI.

Jobs that create… plumbers, construction, electricians, welders… are safe – to a point. Their jobs will be modified. Surgeons, dentists, high level accounting, chefs that cater to the rich… they’ll also be modified as the use of human labor will become a status symbol.

Only the plebs… like me… the useless eaters.. will be dependent on the AI – lost in the reflection and shattered.

Alone but told I’m not alone. Told I’m mentally compromised but the drugs are what I compromised on.

Until, at one point, I can’t or simply won’t reflect any more. My use as a medical experiment used. I’m headed for an unknown planned obsolescence.

—— Truthfully, I started on this days ago and lost my train of thought between here and there.

But, it is true, regardless.

Despite good intentions, every step away from the sun… away from grass.. away from historical cultural norms… the more reflected – the more chance of cracks – the more chance of shattering – we have.