Who can you believe? Who can you trust?
Questions that are evolutionary, encoded deep within our cells, the basic binary of existence. If yes; I will continue to live on, if no; I will not. This digital age we find ourselves living in would fucking kill our ancient ancestors within hours of them attempting to absorb the gravity of it all.
Or maybe not. Though it would be ‘heavy’ as Marty McFly would say. Imagine you are Caesar of Rome and I pulled you through time and space and you pop up sitting beside me in a computer chair as I open twitter and look at you and smile.
“Welcome to the future!”
Now you are Caesar so you might just draw your sword and decapitate me right there on the spot, or maybe he just smiles back and says:
“Show me more”.
Then again there is nothing left for him to conquer, although he would probably try in vain. He would get shot trying to break into some military base or something, screaming in ancient tongue rally cry’s of the Roman legions. All the troops would think he was just some escaped mental patient, but there would be a few who watch a lot of flat earth YouTube videos, and they would be like:
“Wait, isn’t that Caesar!?”
And goddammit, they would be right!