Alicia suffered much existential dread — day in and day out, she was constantly bombarded by that feeling of having a vapid, meaningless, and pointless existence … She felt that her whole life was a walking, talking ritual with no real purpose while drifting and surviving along with the rest of the herd of humanity.

One day, she was riding her bicycle to work and pondering the meaninglessness of it all ... but she was struck by a car.

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Her life flashed before her, and all went dark, but she heard voices later.

“Is it still working?” asked a stranger.

“Yes, we can reintegrate it again.”

“Why do we keep recycling these NPCs?”

“Oh, you know how costly it is to start from scratch.”

Alicia found herself riding her bicycle as if though the accident had never happened, yet she experienced an even greater existential dread.