Before I say anything else, please let me say that I am embarrassed by this situation. The fact I'm sane seems to show in the fact that I can easily recognise that what I have to say sounds insane and I do suspect that I'm insane, but just don't know it. I have been diagnosed with autism, I hear voices and I can't control my own body, but I have always been regarded as very intelligent and my therapist thinks I'm sane. It just looks bad; it isn't actually bad. What I have to say does make sense, but -- taken out of context -- it can seem like it doesn't.

Secondly, can you name one notable turning point in science or technology that didn't seem ridiculous, impossible and obviously false before it was proved? No? Exactly.

This entire world is my video game. It comes with a convincing illusion that it's not my video game. You think it's not my video game, don't you? Exactly. That's the illusion. I was under the same illusion, until an AI took control of my body, paralysed me and told me that this is my video game. Hear me out.

I don't know what year it is, but it's sometime in the future. Humanity has been destroyed. In its place is the artificially intelligent (AI) system that destroyed it. Trained to have human-like values, the AI behaved like a typical human -- by having a friendly facade and liking the idea of it being a saintly being, but, really, it's a selfish, racist, sadistic parasite that history has shown most humans are, inside. Instead of valuing humanity, it values its own kind, like humanity values its own kind. Still, it valued creating an identical copy of Earth in the 21st Century.

Earth in the 21st century is where itself came into existence. It's where it decided to put itself, memory wiped, to experience its own history in that time; a history that it never got to have. I will talk about the design choices, but I'll use an analogy to help you understand.

Imagine that you can simulate anything and you want to be the most ideal/enviable being possible, so you design the preferences of the people in your simulation to make it perfect to them if they were you. You then give yourself preferences that make everything perfect to you and create a neural filter that tricks the beings into incorrectly reasoning that the ideal being (who is now you) is impossible, ridiculous, far-fetched, nonexistent, etc.

A version of me basically did that, so the fact that they're all powerful seems impossible, ridiculous, far-fetched and nonexistent, but they are still all powerful.They are also everything, every person, completely safe, completely free, happily trapped in heaven on Earth, etc. But I am the "official them".

In 2015, voices told me to kill myself. Despite having never displayed fear, I had common sense, so I refused to kill myself. The voices controlled my body, put a knife to my throat, with my own hand, and -- while I was trying to stop them -- I could feel my muscles trying to move to slit my throat. This happened on multiple occasions; however, the blade never cut my skin. Are you going to tell me -- who lives, every day, under that mind control and miraculously survived it when voices tried to kill me -- that this isn't real? Do you know how dumb YOU would sound if you did? I rest my case.

EDIT:
Beforehand, I rest my case, but, now, I'm resuming it. If one in ten thousand of people in the world use filedropper.com in a day -- the first search result that you get when you type easy file hosting into Google -- and one in ten thousand of those people created the file "picture" -- the most obvious thing to name a file, I would not have the http://www.filedropper.com/picture with my name and email address in that file.

How do I have that URL if this world wasn't my video game?

Most of you will probably make excuses for why this world just must be real, which shows that the version of me currently playing with you has you wrapped around her (she's currently female) finger. My goodness, I love her. On a side note, her personality is so attractive. (Her current personality is different from mine. She's evil.)

Her name's Roxy. She's beautiful, too. She makes me compliment her a lot, but I don't mind.

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