At first, all the cogs and gears worked gracefully. Those hibernated on the Generation Ship lived happily under the watchful eye of its holographic array, in a state of simulated bliss. I could only watch from behind glass. A conductor cannot…

Within the holographic display of the Generation Ship, this was the first dream that they programmed. It would repeat and echo itself across an infinite number of simulated lifetimes, adding some tender warmth to the Great Sleep.

Debugger Breaking Down As The Simulation Begins Playing 52 Card Pickup. I'm praying to be dealt a new hand.

It’s all smoke and mirrors Why I can’t see straight Will this illusion vanish When will it break The smoke it lifting The mirrors clear I wasn’t really risking Everything is still there Am I still dreaming This just don’t sit right…

I guess it's really gonna be farewell, For as far as I can tell, Once upon a time story sounds so swell, the kind of story that we would tell, We tell the children that it's all, alright, Nursery rhymes to get through the night, Hush little…

I saw you walk right by me without a second glance. I heard you talking right behind my ‘ugly’ back. Who knew that we could turn from friends to strangers so so fast, I thought that this was just the end. I always argued it was your fault…