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Humans become inhabitants of a simulation wilfully, the divisions of community are based upon testing at school or wilful selection. Cross culturalism is limited to those of a cosmopolitan nature. Everywhere is bliss and nourishment. During one’s life a program runs, it mimics you. A futuristic neural network that learns you in your life span. And then you die, it remains. But it is algorithmic and seeks to improve, it is your personality but in its fullest potential always seeking more. Eventually it transcends, the simulation that has been you becomes more than you were ever capable of. It becomes the you to whom you must be compared. The platonic simulacrum, simulacrum no more.
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