"Excuse me? Did you say yes?" I ask, blinking several times, as if trying to wake myself from sleep.

Did you just tell me you want to stay with me here? In this life? In this simulation? I mean, it's the thing I want most in this world, but I thought you were going to tell me to fuck off and go and report me to the authorities because I fucking deserve it.

But it seems that in your head, the life of not having to worry about anything has started to sound good, not about the job that was so hard for you, nor about real life. Just being happy, here, with me, raising a family... enjoying this life that has cost me so much to achieve.

I approach you again and take your face in my hands, scanning your features, those beautiful features. "You don't know how happy you just made me..."