What If It's All a Lie?

What if it's all a lie? And the ball beneath our feet is flat, and there won't be the usual tomorrow, and they'll implant chips into our brains. Not to control our thoughts… but to help cut them off altogether… Who even needs all this meaning? If later on the robots will sow the rye and milk old Bessie. Post reels for their personal blog. Live as a family and raise a child and beg forgiveness of the roboGod. Maybe it's not even stupid at all, but actually our only way to share a sound with the Universe when the last specimen dies out.