The Simulation
Selected from Annex A-0758X.
The following is the continued account of Ned Sorrelsby. Selected from Annex A-0758X.
I stare with wide eyes and a hanging jaw at the words on the screen as great cracks work their way across the mental veneer of godhood I have constructed for myself.
This can’t be. They must mean something else.
I think perhaps they are angered (or overjoyed) by my disappearance for so many of their years, and this painted statement along with all the others must be the manifestation of some cultural coping mechanism that evolved in my absence. That is the only rational explanation. There is absolutely no way they independently discovered the true nature of their world; it simply isn’t possible within the parameters of the simulated planet I created for them.
I decide it is perhaps best to postpone the invocation of my wrath and instead scrape books and news broadcasts from the last 400 in-sim years in pursuit of something that confirms this hypothesis; but I find nothing of the sort. Instead, I read through an uncountable number of apocalyptic headlines proclaiming endless variations of statements like “GOD IS A LIE” and “OUR WORLD REVEALED TO BE AN ADVANCED COMPUTER SIMULATION”. Many of the announcements feature pictures and videos of my once devout followers putting piles of my famed “Book of Holy Record” to the torch alongside horrifying images of looters desecrating the insides of the great cathedrals I had commanded my people to raise in my name across the world. Yet not one of these articles, videos, or books holds the answer to the only question I care about.
How the hell did this happen?