"Like, it was the Matrix? A simulation? Man, do you know the mental, existential breakdown I had when I saw The Matrix? I didn't know up from down, real from fake. I questioned literally everything in my life. I .. I don't wanna do that again," Major whines with a slight pout. It feels good to whinge about this, because the only other mode he can go into is full-out panic, and that never ends well.

If anything, that might speed along the turning process.

So, sorry, Ravi, you're going to have to deal with your grown-ass friend whining for a little while.

"I mean, real food filled me up. And it tasted the way it was supposed to taste. None of this ... ashy, bland bullshit that's going on right now." He gestures vaguely with his hand in the air to show his frustration. "You're telling me I wasn't even .. eating real food?" He turns, wide-eyed. "Do you think there was somehow-" he whispers, "-brains in the food?"