John observed his wife and children crying and hugging one another—through a window.


    He felt a deep sense of sadness while on a ventilator.


    Suffocation, blackness …


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    A light shone onto John in the pitch-dark.


    “Do you regret your decision, John?” asked a voice.


    “Yes—my worst regret!”


    “Interesting ...”


    John began to dematerialize—“Wait! Stop! What’s happening to me?”


    “As many of your scholars hypothesized, you exist in a simulation. We wanted to see if you held a truly unshakeable belief or if you experienced any regret at the point of no return. Goodbye John—my dear program.”