I’m sitting here playing Rimworld with my most favorite character Silver, the master of all and most resilient character I’ve ever created. We’re just sitting here on a desert island and we’re all alone, when suddenly an old AI says he can finally take us away from this harsh planet. I’m getting everything ready to go, packing up the rice, the herbal medicine, and am about to pack by bed up on the camels I found. The 1 month journey will be difficult, maybe I’ll wait one more season and pack everything up after my next harvest. I’ve still got time.
“Have you seen any of my L wrenches?”
“What?”
“Have you seen any of my L wrenches?”
“What? No, I don’t know what that is..”
“An L wrench, you know, I’ve got some for this thing I have and I can’t find…..”
I tell my roommate I don’t have any, and we discuss further, until she grabs an “Allen wrench” from my tool kit. I then realize, I’m not actually in the world of Rimworld. I’m not ready to get on a 28 day journey to meet the AI and finally be free from this prison I live in. I’m distraught at the realization of it all, and I once again, feel trapped in my own home.
A Sorely Saved Wild Child 