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“Some scientists are saying that for some reason an advanced race of aliens might create such a computer game in order to see how their very remote ancestors (ancestors who may have lived thousands of years ago) lived and evolved. This is called an 'ancestor simulation'. Perhaps a very advanced race of aliens no longer needs physical bodies. A being from such an advanced race of aliens may want to create an 'ancestor simulation' program to experience what life was like when they had physical bodies, made love, felt physical pleasure, pain and had to work for a living.”

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Book:Alien Parasites: 40 Gnostic Truths to Defeat the Archon Invasion!
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