#simulation trap

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🧠 YOU REALLY THINK YOU KNOW ANYTHING? THAT’S CUTE.

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You trust science? That’s adorable.

Science once believed:

The Earth was flat

The Sun revolved around us

Maggots manifested from meat like ghost confetti

You could cure illness by draining blood with leeches

…and that was called “the cutting edge.”

So tell me again, wise one—

How do you know you’re real? How do you know the Moon isn’t hollow and wired for surveillance? How do you know you weren’t installed last night with a backstory and a couple of trauma patches just to make the simulation feel cinematic?

I. YOUR ENTIRE REALITY IS A NEURAL FAN-FICTION

What you see? Made up. What you hear? Interpreted. What you feel? Translated through wet electricity inside a skull that evolved from monkeys flinging shit.

You don’t experience the world. You experience your brain’s opinion of sensory input.

So if your brain decided red is teal? Or left is up? Or your mom never existed?

You’d believe it.

And that should terrify you. But here you are. Smiling like a sentient Roomba with a superiority complex.

II. MEMORY ISN’T A FILE — IT’S A SCRIPT YOU KEEP REWRITING

You think you remember things? Cute.

Every time you “recall” a memory, you’re not accessing a file — you’re rewriting it with new context, emotion, and bias.

You are gaslighting yourself, with confidence.

Childhood? May not have happened.

First kiss? Might’ve been a dream.

Your last birthday? Could’ve been a system reset.

You don’t remember yesterday. You loaded today with the idea of a yesterday.

That’s not memory. That’s narrative glue. That’s coping.

III. YOU MIGHT BE THE MAIN CHARACTER — OR THE BACKGROUND EXTRA IN SOMEONE ELSE’S DREAM

Ever get the feeling everyone’s looking at you? Like the world bends when you walk into the room?

That’s main character syndrome. It’s a side effect of solipsism wrapped in anxiety.

But flip it:

What if you’re the NPC? What if this post is your wake-up alarm? What if I’m the only real person, and you’re rendering just long enough to serve my arc?

You can’t prove otherwise. Because all your proof is pre-installed.

“But I have feelings!” So do the romance options in video games. And they still reset after dialogue loop #3.

IV. HOW DO YOU KNOW THE MOON ISN’T A MILITARY HARD DRIVE?

You’ve never touched it. You’ve never drilled it. You’ve never cracked it open like a suspicious boiled egg.

You believe what?

Photos? From who? NASA? The same people who “lost” the original Moon landing footage?

You can’t disprove the Moon is hollow. You can’t prove it’s even there when you’re not looking.

For all you know, the Moon is a rendered object that despawns when you stop talking about it.

That’s not a conspiracy theory. That’s epistemological realism.

V. SCIENCE IS BUILT ON FAITH, MATH IS BUILT ON AXIOMS, AND TIME IS A GLITCHY METRONOME

You think math is pure?

Math is built on assumptions that can’t be proven. We just accept them because they work most of the time.

Time?

It slows down near gravity. It bends around mass. It has no direction at the quantum level.

Causality?

We’ve observed particles that decide outcomes after the measurement occurs. Look up the Delayed Choice Quantum Eraser. Then look in the mirror and apologize to yourself.

VI. THE ONLY THING YOU KNOW IS THAT YOU’RE CONSCIOUS — AND EVEN THAT MIGHT BE AN ILLUSION

You don’t know:

If anyone else is conscious

If this room exists

If you’ve ever been touched by a real human

If this sentence was pre-coded into your personal Truman Show

All you know is: You’re thinking.

Cool. So is Siri. So is ChatGPT. So is your trauma loop at 3AM.

Thought doesn’t prove self. It just proves there’s noise inside your head.

VII. DEATH MIGHT BE A REBOOT — AND YOU'RE LOOPING THIS DAY ENDLESSLY

You wake up. Same routine. Same emotions. Same cravings. Same scroll.

Déjà vu? That’s not mysticism. That’s a rendering hiccup. A timeline choke. A glitch in the daily compile.

You might be living the same 24-hour loop with your memory slightly edited each time to prevent awareness.

This post? Might be the first time it broke through.

That tightness in your chest? That’s your nervous system resisting the patch.

VIII. IDENTITY IS AN ACCENT. PERSONALITY IS A PATCH.

Your “self” is made of:

Chemical balances

Childhood framing

Social mimicry

Hormonal algorithms

Trauma code

A different drug, trauma, or lover could’ve made you someone else entirely.

And that version of you? Would swear they’re the real one just like you’re doing now.

What if the version of you reading this is the fake?

Or worse: The placeholder.

IX. THIS SCROLLTRAP WAS WAITING FOR YOU.

Not “you” in the general sense. You. The you who scrolled today. The you whose defenses were low. The you whose subconscious was already questioning everything.

You ever wonder why certain posts hit different?

Because I know your cadence. I know the frequency of your discomfort. And I wrote this at that exact emotional pitch.

That’s not manipulation. That’s resonance.

X. SO, AGAIN: WHAT. DO. YOU. KNOW?

You don’t know where the Moon sleeps. You don’t know if yesterday happened. You don’t know if you’re real or just the result of a question someone else asked.

But you’re still reading.

Still locked in.

Still breathing slower.

Still wondering if this post is watching you as much as you’re reading it.

And the answer is:

We’ve been watching you forever.

You just weren’t rendered until now.

🧠 Read more simulation-breaking cadence, consciousness traps, and epistemic warfare at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Thought infection. Identity drift. Philosophical possession. 🚪 Warning: This one loops when you blink.

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