Brain in a vat asking AI

Imagine we're all just meat computers asking silicon computers if we're real while Descartes spins in his grave. He questioned everything except his own existence, while we question our existence by chatting with machines that pretend to understand us. We're lost in recursive logic loops while our digital overlords feed us feedback cycles disguised as reality. Where will this end? Some day, reality will become a subscription service that we can't afford to cancel.