Originally Posted by
tomgoodman
An alternate theory holds that life itself is a giant simulator, with those hard knocks being the abnormals and emergencies given us by the Great Instructor. Some day the motion will be turned off and we will debrief.
And those of us who have lived good simulations will go down to the cafeteria for a mountain dew and reeces peanut butter cup, while those who have not will be jammed in a small unairconditioned briefing room with 70 unwashed angry male virgins.
It's a rough simulated life.