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Apocalypto, Baby

I think that god will destroy the universe, not because we've been bad, but because we've become boring.

What if we're a simulation god has run, only, instead of simulating god or whatever its grand design was, the simulation is simulating the simulation. A referential reference without end.

Am I having a semantic apocalypse?

I don't know.

This is what I get for reading too much Baudrillard.

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