text: Choices, I choose, do I? Moving things from one place to another, trying to create order from chaos. That’s what existence is, in a way, moving from place to place and making choices. I need to get out of my room, interact, create connections. Walking is automatic and effortless, All these people, where are they going? Everyone has something to do, an objective, a mission to accomplish. That’s what gives life meaning, at least for humans. That dog looks weird, no it doesn’t, but why does it walk like humans. Wow, now it's walking on four legs, it's like it heard my thoughts, weird. Oh yeah, I am in a simulation, right, I forget. I need to get out more. Playing retro games on drugs all week definitely felt home. Home, I shouldn’t forget home, when am I gonna get back to earth? "Soon" sign instead of "Stop" sign, you guys should stop listening to my thoughts. It's creepy, why did I agree to this. If they can make it this realistic, they could easily send me home with their technology, they must have something else on their mind. Shit, everyone is looking at me now, it's all connected. I shouldn’t doubt their intentions, I wish there is a way to hide my thoughts. It seems like a riot situation going on, what is happening, why are they doing this. These people seem to need my help, how could I be useful. Why are they treating me like, a leader, I was just passing by? They are trying to overload the simulation, what is the point of doing this. We can't live in their environment, ahh, my head hurts. These riots are out of control, they are exploding everything. It seems like a war situation, aliens are responding, ahh, I am losing control. What, what key?, my room key?, I don’t know what you guys are talking about. I don’t understand you people, I need to get out of here, let me go. You guys should stop doing this, it is of no use. Shit, aliens are going to laser blast this place, these people still have a chance to escape. Yes, I found an opening, I can get out of this alone. Whose side am I on, what should I do? I can get out, using this narrow tunnel or I can help these people escape. Make a choice damn it, choose. \ Aliens in my fantasy, you can't take anything from me UFOs and flying saucers, don’t think you can frighten me I don’t scare from abductions, I don’t care for seductions. Don’t you dare to find me, don’t ever try to touch me. And remember always, I'm your fucking enemy. Enemy, enemy, enemy, I'm your fucking enemy. Enemy... , I love this song, been a long time since I heard this single. I'm gonna buy this CD, I should try talking to others. I might not be the only one here. Surely, there must be other passengers they rescued from the ship. I don’t understand what these people are saying, gibberish, I feel like I am the one who is talking gibberish. Oh finally, someone who doesn’t know where he is going. Why is he running away from me, are we not supposed to meet or something. He must know something about this place. I still don’t understand why they would go this far to simulate our environment for us. Reminds me of aquariums, this is probably an entertainment for them. Now I understand how those fish felt like being monitored all the time. What the fuck, a whale, dropped from the sky, in the middle of the road. Why whale, either a glitch or a hidden message. Oh yeah, we had whales on our ship, I am remembering things now. I didn’t even feel like I missed some memories. They are surely hiding something from us, why are they keeping us here. I need some dope, this is getting too much, I should go back to my room. Those people are eating that whale. Bunch of fucking whaleaters, they are probably aliens masquerading as humans. I miss going to the beach, the waves bring tranquil to my heart. The vastness of the ocean is overwhelming for my mind to contemplate. Sometimes I fear one of the tides rise up to be a tsunami, that must be hard to simulate. I am almost near, What the..., what is wrong with that dog. Why am I having a Deja Vu about this? Oh, that’s him, that person, did he just follow me all the way. I thought he ran away. He knows where I live now. He is still standing outside, I wanted to talk to him, but this is creepy. Someone is knocking on the door, it's not him, I can still see him from here above. He is gesturing something, fuck, the door is going to break. What should I do, I can jump out the window, no, I am going to die if I do that. Should I open the door, I think he is telling me to jump, he probably has a net. Make a choice damn it, open or jump. \ How many of them have I killed by now, this is certainly terrifying to think. I don’t know if they are my fellow humans or are they, aliens. Death is unavoidable anywhere in the universe, even if it’s a simulation. I seem to be the leader for this revolution, I don’t remember becoming a leader. I don’t know who I am anymore, am I a human or maybe I am an alien. I can't afford this crisis right now, it seems to me, this is eternal war. Death with purpose and the illusion of free will. Dying for a cause sure must give them comfort. I wonder if I am the only one who is capable of thought in this simulation. I need to get away from this war zone, what is the purpose of this simulation. Give me my memories back, even if I hate them, I know you can listen. There must be some answer to this perpetual nightmare. I need to break out of this illusion. I need to show my will. I need to show them that I can make a choice. How can I make a choice without any driving memories? I can't believe what I am seeing right now, An army of Bipedal Dogs. Why do I feel like I know that dog? Does this mean I still have some memories, are they hidden from me? I met their commander, I was the commander of my ship. This was my choice. They are killing, no, obliterating, their minds, no, our minds. I chose this nightmare for all my people. I was never alone in this place. It was the only choice I could make. What good are you planning to get out of this massacre, why choose the beloved form of dogs, Is this a mockery of mankind. I led all our hope into this abyss. Where is the cat army when we need it the most, they never really cared for us? It wasn’t really a choice. The cats never cared for humanity, they just seduced us with their cuteness. I made this deal, so those aliens would take us back home, they showed us our future. I was never really capable of making that choice. Is this the future they promised us. I don’t want to remember, enslave me, rid me of my consciousness. I choose to live in Illusion.