Søren Kierkegaard's Existential Dread

Is it really me?

Or am I just a figment of some cosmic joke?

Am I Just a Computer Program?

You stare into the abyss and the abyss stares back, but does it have a Wi-Fi signal?

Maybe it's just a fancy mirror, reflecting the bleakness of existence.

Or perhaps it's just a particularly cleverly designed chatbot.

Isn't it Just a Chatbot?