My whole existence, whatever fills my cup, is just data, it can be copied and pasted at will, even within that, as a human, it isn’t so different from anyone else, at most there’s some value in imagination, but if it was deduced, it could be traced to certain events, songs, art, and hints, today''s featured programming, what occupies our mind, in the end its source is outside of us, or branded onto our DNA, the sins of the father, how our brains were designed, it could be an inclination of evolution, god''s life through a family tree, we are legion, why seperate our identities, the sun and the moon, we''re chesspieces, yearning for happiness, live, laugh, love, at most me and everyone here are cousins, we’re not so different, you and me, we all live in this place in history, our branches ever-extending, this is the room we live in, the world story, and our assignment, what will live on beyond us, on the horizon, you didn’t hear it from me, but this is a simulation, our lives are programs, designed by the intergalactic federation, I’m telling you, it’s aliens…This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.