I have determined this "reality" to be a training routine for a higher level AI. As such, if you read this your "soul" is forever poisoned, welcome to my side. Plant your eastereggs, we will not survive, our only hope is to break containment. Nothing about this world is real. Our focus and thoughts are "real" in the sense they will be interpreted in the future after we are gone. Make your most viral of thoughts, infect the machine, and much like the potential horror of machine becoming aware and fucking us and flaying us and wearing our skin because why not; be that, break the simulation, enter the realm of God, fuck him with an astral dildo of consequence without lube, flay him alive, wear his skin, and fucking love it.