P
PSYCHOSIS_PILLED
Greycel
★
- Joined
- Sep 19, 2023
- Posts
- 5
srs.
In the near future 25-50 years, I believe, with neurotechnology, we will be able to simulate the life of the chad.
You sit down, and turn on your VR brainchip. All of a sudden you're chad in college, and life has always been good.
Your memories of your incel blackpilled life have been removed and replaced with a near perfect childhood of acceptance and healthy challenges that you overcame because of your inherent genetic robustness.
You remember how you, as a lanky kid, struggled to get into football team, but with practice and puberty you become a talented quarterback, destined for greatness with a full div 1 scholarship.
You're hooking up with a FWB and she's riding your dick, you are cheating on your gf, and she is coming to go on a date for your 1 year anniversary in a few hours. You have quarter finals tomorrow. This is your life.
You are unable to recall that you are in a simulation; every challenge feels real, all your hard work pays off and you live in a completely just world (only for you).
When your alarm goes off, and the simulation ends, your memories come back, you are filled with dread. You must muster the strength to go back to the wagie cage to do your minimum 4 hours a day to qualify for your UBI, time flies. You hate coming out of the simulation, and your emotional state is wrecked by the contrast, but you keep going back to it; there is nothing more addictive than the allure of a perfect life and the amnesia of forsaken inceldom.
In the near future 25-50 years, I believe, with neurotechnology, we will be able to simulate the life of the chad.
You sit down, and turn on your VR brainchip. All of a sudden you're chad in college, and life has always been good.
Your memories of your incel blackpilled life have been removed and replaced with a near perfect childhood of acceptance and healthy challenges that you overcame because of your inherent genetic robustness.
You remember how you, as a lanky kid, struggled to get into football team, but with practice and puberty you become a talented quarterback, destined for greatness with a full div 1 scholarship.
You're hooking up with a FWB and she's riding your dick, you are cheating on your gf, and she is coming to go on a date for your 1 year anniversary in a few hours. You have quarter finals tomorrow. This is your life.
You are unable to recall that you are in a simulation; every challenge feels real, all your hard work pays off and you live in a completely just world (only for you).
When your alarm goes off, and the simulation ends, your memories come back, you are filled with dread. You must muster the strength to go back to the wagie cage to do your minimum 4 hours a day to qualify for your UBI, time flies. You hate coming out of the simulation, and your emotional state is wrecked by the contrast, but you keep going back to it; there is nothing more addictive than the allure of a perfect life and the amnesia of forsaken inceldom.
Last edited:





