That's all it is: information. Even a simulated experience or a dream; simultaneous reality and fantasy. Any way you look at it, all the information that a person accumulates in a lifetime is just a drop in the bucket.
You and the chief are the only ones out of the whole section whose bodies don't come with a warranty.
I guess once you start doubting, there's no end to it.
You're treated like other humans, so stop with the angst.
Nice indeed. Everything's accounted for, except your old shell.
Hm … pressure sensitive triggers and a gorgon mine? Or is it a dummy …? Either way, what a waste! I ought'a take it home as a souvenir.
When I die, since I'm a real skeptic, I'm gonna gripe to the lord and make sure I get back my original investment when I'm reincarnated …