"If your life were twice as kick-ass, would that clinch for you the argument that this must be a fabricated reality?"

Hey, maybe we're in a simulation that IS twice (or 100) times as kick-ass as normal, but since it's our nature to quickly become jaded we're left feeling cheated by the mandaneity of it all.

Or maybe the game is: Make everything really normal, then shove in one disparate element, like a lower-case letter "q" on the third line of page 57 of an old paperback novel that occasional changes color, blinking out messages in morse code. ("B . . . E . . . S . . . U . . . R . . . E . . . T . . . O . . . D . . . R . . . I . . . N . . . K . . . Y . . . O . . . U . . . R . . . . O . . . V . . . A . . .")