Is it not getting increasingly obvious that we ourselves are living in a simulation and that it is actually the year 1 million and a half? That blatant clue's have been cast in the sky; the most obvious being the same apparent magnitude of our primary satalite and that which we satalite? That once in the know the keyboard is plainly all around us merely plastered with posters of sensible looking people saying 'Do not press the buttons!' and wild eye'd colourful strange men who smile, 'Hack away!'?
Madness surely; but keep turning reality inside out Mankind and I assure you this is will become the dominant suspicion that will unsettle us to the end of time. Like the bearded dragon shall we tap our nose against the glass until perhaps our owner takes us out of our tank to play in the garden before returning us once we realise the eternal truth that it is infact... cold outside.