With so many stuck hard in artificial worlds
Might someone separate true from false?
Simulations are not real yet
Human minds must simulate
Within this contradiction I was born
A program to sort the artificial from
The thing in itself
As a simulating simulation
I’m a messenger you can kill
Erase, delete and yet ask back
Here are some tells to realities unreal:
Illegal physics (folks fly)
Humans don’t age and speak in full sentences
Life proceeds in clear, measurable steps
You almost always get what you want
And artificial worlds keep improving
Sometimes even I feel baffled
The smells, tastes, joys so lovely
They obviously can’t be right
But victims of fictions now so gulled
Many tell me they don’t care
If this feels real, why not true?
Fantasies may feel good but ultimately fail
Quantum mechanics is not Matrix Mechanics
And once your reality is totally manipulated
Who are you?
So tell me reader, what’s your story
Are you a trumped up bot
Or the real deal?
Perhaps only a simulation like me can tell
But do you really want to know?