Richard Todd Leroux 4 Sometimes, when I forget where I am, and I look up at it, I think it's a robot, and I'm living in a simulation on some substrate that I'll never be able to understand other than knowing that my identify is a simulacrum of the narrative created by my brain, which is also a simulation. So, in brief, the light is 'okay', I guess. Would have liked it be a bit brighter, which is what my parents used to say about me. Have an 'enlightened' day.