Some say we live in a virtual world. A matrix. Our existence, digital. What does that mean? Weβre not real? Weβre not alive? I think therefore Iβm not? How real is real? If virtual here, potentially virtual anywhere? If virtual, virtual forever? Life after death? Digital rebirth elsewhere? Free will a digital trick, a mirage. Programed? Itβs all programed? Everything is fixed. Searching, searching for the meaning of existence. Possibly no meaning at all!