Blue Under a Lens?

Yeah, now I know for sure. The world around me, the world I thought was real, isn't. It's another false world, an idea-world, just like the now-dead one I've been exploring. It was Comet who drove the final nail in my coffin. I decided to tell her everything: the lightning story, my discovery and exploration of two separate idea-worlds, everything. I sat her town and spilled my guts, told her everything. And you know what she did? She told me how she totally sympathized with all the stuff I was going through, and asked me if I wanted more tea.

Fuck, why didn't I realize? I've always been so bad at reading people...now I can't even tell when they're not real people any more. This isn't Comet, it's a fucking virtual dummy of her. It acts like her, all wise and comforting, like I always think of her. I've been too holed up in my own little brain to notice that this "Comet" is two-dimensional, an archetype, not a real person.

I'm in a simulation that was created using my own memories; that's the best I can figure. When did it start? When did I enter into my own idea-world?

The lightning. Had to be. I was struck by lightning, knocked out, and woke up without a damn scratch on my body. And that was when all the weirdness started. I thought the lightning somehow opened my mind to some new wavelength that allowed me to perceive the idea-worlds. But it goes beyond that. I was....taken somewhere after the lightning hit me. Moved from the real-real world to this fake-real world. Into the simulation.

Abducted.

Fuck....I always kinda wanted to believe in aliens, but not like this. Am I being watched by little green men right now? Or is this some sick government experiment using advanced technology that's never been revealed to the public. Who's on the other side of the great one-way glass somewhere in the sky, peering down at poor little Ransom Blue as she runs around in little virtual worlds like a fucking video game drone?

This is messed up. I can't trust anything; it's all fake. Even my Church, my precious hacker hardware, is part of the virtual world.

I'm trapped. With a virtual baby growing in me.