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I think of it like The Matrix. The world may be an awful, disgusting, uninhabitable place, but in your mind lays an amazing, beautiful world where anything is possible. This is the only world that matters. How relevant is the real world in The Matrix? Besides even being there in the first place just for the sake of the plot, not very much at all. Everything happens in the Matrix, everything is centered on the Matrix, all anyone ever cares about is the Matrix. And like they said in that film, what does it matter if it's real or not, it's all signals going up to your brain anyway. In my dreams I am the little girl, and when I have to get up to piss or eat, I don't feel any indifferent than I would piloting some mech. Tottally detached, not out of disgust or sorrow but entirely our of disinterest. It's not spite, I love and care for my body, but I really just don't pay attention to it. I accept reality, and shape it into what I want. That separates survivors from the fallen.
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