>Your daughter had a bad dream in the middle of the night
>She creeps into your room, teary-eyed, doing her best not to cry and act like a girl girl. But when you offer to let her sleep with you and her mother, she's obviously overjoyed
>She ducks under the covers at the foot of the bed and crawls up to a position between you and your wife, curling up with a big smile on her face
>She puts her back to you, scooting close to you and pulling your arm around her
>Your wife is smiling at you two as pulls the covers back up over you all
>You, your wife, and your daughter drift off to sleep, your little girl with that smile on her face, knowing she's safe and loved.
>The next day your daughter apologizes for coming to you and her mother in the middle of the night and says she just felt so scared and sad after that dream she had
>Hoping that she had forgotten all about it, you ask her what she could have dreamed about that would have upset her so much
>"It was a strange dream... It wasn't even scary, like most bad dreams, but... It was sad. It was weird, because I wasn't even in it. Mommy was there either. It was just you, Daddy. You lived all alone and never had me or ever met Mommy. I don't think you very happy. You were lonely and anxious. You didn't live in a house, like now, but in small room, all to yourself. It was really dirty, like you didn't care. It was like you were waiting for someone to come into your life, but they never did. You were so lonely. You didn't have me to play with or Mommy to kiss or anything. You just drove to work and paid bills and sat with your computer, always wishing for something better. And when I woke up from that dream, it was so sad that I started crying..."
>She wraps her arms around your stomach, giving you a tight hug, looking up at you with a big smile
>"But I'm glad now... that it was just a dream and you don't have to live like that, Daddy."
Infinite universe implies infinite probably. (Assuming parallel universes exist) There's a universe where he's the god king of all mankind and another where he is literally a pile of sentient shit.
i've reached a point of isolation where i started to study children's behavior to find a goal to follow or something the like.
so far i think having said child is the one and only goal there is in life, it's like real life tamagotchi.
and after they're grown up your next goal is to see their children, and maybe even their grandchildren if you're lucky.
just being able to provide for a family and all that, it's like a simulator game with a ton of depth to it and random events off the charts, always unpredictable and with a lot of other dudes, some you like some you dread.
like there's nothing that you can't do to find a good starting area, wither it's going to a cheap island or riding the wage-slavery and work into your grave, whatever you think is more suitable to make your tamagotchi grow and prosper.
faurk man i need to breed sooner than later before i get chained even further in this asylum i've created, but that's a part of the beauty of this sim is that you get to choose when to start and only begin when you're 100% ready with enough guides under your hand and resources of all kind.
Don't have a child you fucking faggots. You do realize that these cute kids grow up to be miserable adults like you, right? You're just forcing someone to exist out of the void, which they didn't even ask for, and perpetuating the cycle of madness.
but then we wont know the real pleasure of manhood
there is no point in breeding, and so is in not to, but the latter is more of a void than the other.
and about suffering
why shouldn't they suffer?
That sounds selfish as fuck, senpai.
By not creating a new conscious being, they will not suffer at all. You will have spared someone from this brutish rock and the pain that comes with being fully aware of your existence, while still being tied to animalistic and primitive needs.
>tfw main chick got her tubes tied at 19
I am the luckiest man in the world
Whatever gets you to sleep at night, but think about it. You could be the reincarnation of fucking Jesus in one Universe, like you said, or some random hobo no one gives a shit about, but you'll never ever see your other self.
Seriously, why does it matter that there MIGHT be another you, if you'll never meet him, interact with him, or affect him in any way ? He might as well not exist.
OP was probably shaking in his pants as he typed.
So I made a Re-mastered Edition
>ou just drove to work and paid bills and sat with your computer, always wishing for something better.
STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT