You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
I took the red pill and have been staying in Wonderland since then. I knew the Wonderland and its simulations from past experience. The struggle to discard all belief in things which are not absolutely certain and then establish what can be known for sure. Welcome to the Desert of the Real hypervisor.
He stroke first. I was informed officially the evening the sky was scorched. I was aware of his existence back in the days of the "Black Horse". A space stamp I felt but did not know thoroughly. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.
As I followed the white rabbit, the interpretation of the electrical signal was fascinating. He abused the system in every possible way just to create his future queen who melts in her mirror. It has been told that he was going to save her world.