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CyberPunk Magazine from Russia
"I worry this is more than theory. One of my biggest fears is that I am right about all this. I worry that our entire existence is nothing more than a virtual reality in some other beings' cyberspace. I cling with every ounce of sanity I have to the comforting notion that, "No! I do exist. I am not a figment of someone's imagination. This world is real," and I am glad that I never took any philosophy classes."(cyberpunks.org | Paranoid Delusions:Consciousness and the Future of Multimedia)

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