This may be something of an odd post - but I have just invested in a Keelback with a fighter bay. On the first test flight out, I noticed that you can seamlessly transition (via a neural link?) between the Keelback and the fighter. At first, I didn't think much of this - assuming that myself and the hired pilot were linking to the fighter/Keelback via a neural system of some kind.
But then it sunk in.
Where am I? On the Keelback, yes. And the pilot is sitting in another control booth linking with the Keelback or the fighter as ordered. OK, that makes sense. So my actual body is within the Keelback. So who is sitting in the fighter?
No - wait, that doesn't work.
So I am in the Keelback's flight seat and the pilot is in the fighter, right? And then we simply activate the neural links to 'see' using the other's body. OK, that kind of makes sense. But if I am in the pilot's body (having exchanged consciousness with him/her) and then 'I' die in the fighter, why do I spawn back in the Keelback? What happens to the pilot's body in the exploded fighter? And his/her consciousness now that the body is destroyed?
And then it dawned on me:
Are we actually in the Keelback at all? Are we perhaps in some giant neural 'bubble' inside a commercial flight academy using clone bodies to expand the habitable expanse? What if we have never actually been in space at all but have instead only 'lived' it through this giant neural relay? Everytime we die' we respawn and reload all over again using rebought assets. Now this begins to make a lot of sense. It explains why we never 'see' anyone at the orbitals or inside the docking ports. It explains why we never actually move about the ship or climb out of the SRV and walk across the surface of the planet. It explains . . .
Wait, what if all this is a simulation created to keep us under the illusion that we are exploring and developing the galaxy when in fact it is nothing but a prison to keep us under control and content - that in fact, it is nothing but a deception?
A Thargoid deception. It does explain, finally, why we have not encountered them and yet seem to know all about them. We are imprisoned but something of the real real has seeped in and makes us remember.
We lost a great war to the Thargoids and the survivors were placed deep in a simulated galaxy and left to 'play' . . .
And as for our real bodies . . . ?
Well, I said this post might be an odd one, didn't I?
But then it sunk in.
Where am I? On the Keelback, yes. And the pilot is sitting in another control booth linking with the Keelback or the fighter as ordered. OK, that makes sense. So my actual body is within the Keelback. So who is sitting in the fighter?
No - wait, that doesn't work.
So I am in the Keelback's flight seat and the pilot is in the fighter, right? And then we simply activate the neural links to 'see' using the other's body. OK, that kind of makes sense. But if I am in the pilot's body (having exchanged consciousness with him/her) and then 'I' die in the fighter, why do I spawn back in the Keelback? What happens to the pilot's body in the exploded fighter? And his/her consciousness now that the body is destroyed?
And then it dawned on me:
Are we actually in the Keelback at all? Are we perhaps in some giant neural 'bubble' inside a commercial flight academy using clone bodies to expand the habitable expanse? What if we have never actually been in space at all but have instead only 'lived' it through this giant neural relay? Everytime we die' we respawn and reload all over again using rebought assets. Now this begins to make a lot of sense. It explains why we never 'see' anyone at the orbitals or inside the docking ports. It explains why we never actually move about the ship or climb out of the SRV and walk across the surface of the planet. It explains . . .
Wait, what if all this is a simulation created to keep us under the illusion that we are exploring and developing the galaxy when in fact it is nothing but a prison to keep us under control and content - that in fact, it is nothing but a deception?
A Thargoid deception. It does explain, finally, why we have not encountered them and yet seem to know all about them. We are imprisoned but something of the real real has seeped in and makes us remember.
We lost a great war to the Thargoids and the survivors were placed deep in a simulated galaxy and left to 'play' . . .
And as for our real bodies . . . ?
Well, I said this post might be an odd one, didn't I?
