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We are all aware that the senses can be deceived, the eyes fooled. But how can we be sure our senses are not being deceived at any particular time, or even all the time? Might I just be a brain in a tank somewhere, tricked all my life into believing in the events of this world by some insane computer? And does my life gain or lose meaning based on my reaction to such solipsism? Project PYRRHO, Specimen 46, Vat 7 Activity Recorded M.Y. 2302.22467 TERMINATION OF SPECIMEN ADVISED Row upon row of gunmetal canisters lined the concrete shelves deep inside the laboratory basement. Thick ducts ran from tanks of nutrient slurry at the far end to e

You must have nodded off briefly, it's okay, it's been a long week. But you've been waiting to meet him again for longer than that and you wouldn't want to miss this, not for the world. There is a cup on the cafe table and when you bring it to your lips it is beginning to take on the characteristic smell of cold tea. A waiter passes by and you pass him your cup. "Another?" He asks, his accent perched precariously between English and French like a bad stereotype. "A pot for two, please." You respond. You look at your watch, quarter to, he should be here any minute now. About a dozen other people are sat outside the little cafe on this cobbled

We are all aware that the senses can be deceived, the eyes fooled. But how can we be sure our senses are not being deceived at any particular time, or even all the time? Might I just be a brain in a tank somewhere, tricked all my life into believing in the events of this world by some insane computer? And does my life gain or lose meaning based on my reaction to such solipsism? Project PYRRHO, Specimen 46, Vat 7 Activity Recorded M.Y. 2302.22467 TERMINATION OF SPECIMEN ADVISED Row upon row of gunmetal canisters lined the concrete shelves deep inside the laboratory basement. Thick ducts ran from tanks of nutrient slurry at the far end to e

You must have nodded off briefly, it's okay, it's been a long week. But you've been waiting to meet him again for longer than that and you wouldn't want to miss this, not for the world. There is a cup on the cafe table and when you bring it to your lips it is beginning to take on the characteristic smell of cold tea. A waiter passes by and you pass him your cup. "Another?" He asks, his accent perched precariously between English and French like a bad stereotype. "A pot for two, please." You respond. You look at your watch, quarter to, he should be here any minute now. About a dozen other people are sat outside the little cafe on this cobbled