One time, a neighbor-guy came over to say hello. Quick--thinking, I sprung into action, building a shed around him with no doors, so he couldn't get out. I made it out of glass -- obviously -- so I could watch him implore me to let him out. It was funny.
...but maybe I shouldn't have done that. Especially now that I read that maybe my "First Life" thing wasn't a joke. Maybe when I did that shed-thing, while playing "Sims" on my PC, there was another guy watching me do that on his PC, and I, myself, am a Sim, simulating a game of Sims with my bad Sim-self.
My simulated head hurts.
But this guy thinks that's for real what's happening, and the writer for the NYTimes not only agrees, he thinks it's MORE likely. We're all part of a computer simulation on some powerful computer.
This Times writer is among many who mock "Intelligent Design". Ludicrous! But, he says, there IS a solid chance we're all being played by a "Prime Designer".
So you do the math: God-as-designer? Laughable. But we're-all-in-a-computer-simulation-with-a-designer-on-a-couch? Well, sure! (Someday, somehow, I hope to become as wish-fulfillingly naive as a skeptic.)
Anyway, we're all Sims now. Could be better (Why can't I be in Madden?) but it beats being put in the middle of "Medal of Honor", or having barrels thrown out you by a giant monkey. I'd just like the Designer to use some cheats so I could get some cash for an awesome TV. Or make me Qbert. Thank you.