

The simulated universe hypothesis is not impossible, nor is Azathoth’s dream (essentially the same scenario just in neurons rather than silicon or whatever). But even if the universe is purely material it doesn’t make us more or less real.
We’re tiny. If we vanished next century, the universe would thrum on not even noticing.
So there are no rules. You exist for whatever, or npt for whatever.
However, we assume every menace has agency (part of our survival programming) and we anthropomorphize concepts like death or time or nature. So you can assume we all have the agency of a rainstorm or a wildfire, and be fine.
I lost a lot this year, including my society. So I don’t have any real answers. I continue on in a leap of faith that I’ll see light again if I continue down the tunnel. Even if its an oncoming train.
I’m assuming bragging on Miller’s prowess is an explicit part of Katie Miller’s tradwife contract.