I stare at an arrangement of pixels.
I listen to a series of numbers.
I interact through a row of labeled buttons.
I can live in this synthetic world.
I don't need the real one.
This one works just fine.
The real world's too much.
I know this one.
I can control this one.
Sure, we need the real world.
But they'll need me in this one too.
And that's good enough, right?
I don't have any bullshit responsibilities to anyone.
I don't have to care about anyone else.
I don't have any reason to give up anything.