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Adil: Killing our avatars is the worst idea ever. The experience feels totally real. I passed out, remember?
Heidi: It is either that, or being stuck in here for too long. I don't know what will happen when the machine runs out of entangled matter.

Heidi: It will likely start looping on itself like a video game, then we are stuck forever. Or, maybe we will end up in a vegetative state. At any rate, our bodies risk starving if we cannot wake up.
Alana: And, eating some of this virtual “food” obviously will not help.

Steve: Hell no, especially not if it makes our physical bodies puke! Hamster juice… brrrr.
Max: Then virtual suicide seems the best option, we know from Adil's example that it ought to work.
Adil: I am so not looking forward to this… but, it is what it is.

We see Adil picking up something from the floor while the rest continues the discussion.
Alana: How do we go about doing this?
Heidi: The realism of this simulation does make it extremely awkward to plan our own virtual deaths. I think everyone should choose their own way. But, we should synchronize as much as possible for best chances of success.

Max points at a sort of cabin labeled “suicide booth.”
Adil: Hey, I just found a coin… Cash still exists in this future. 100 dollars? That must allow to buy something lethal in this stupid future.
Max: Look over there…
Steve: This future has actual suicide booths like in Futurama? Are there also foul-mouthed alcohol drinking robots?

They are looking at the suicide booth.
Adil: “Relatively painless; duo option $100 for heartbroken couples.” That's just perfect, who wants to join?
Heidi: I'll go with you. Let's activate it at 11:30. Everyone else, find something and aim for that time.

Steve: I expected it to be harder, but getting killed in this future seems easy… Not really surprising, given how stupid everyone is. There is a subway station over there, I am going for the classic throwing-myself-under-the-train.

Alana: I have always wanted to try skydiving, but I have never had the chance. I think I'll try jumping from a tall building to at least get some “fun” out of this. If it is tall enough, the simulated death may be fast enough that I don't even feel anything.
Max: That sounds like a good idea, I will join you.

Zhang: Hmm, that would involve taking an elevator… I'd rather not.
Max: Zhang, the whole point of this plan is to virtually die anyhow, it doesn't matter if the elevator itself would kill you!
Zhang: Sorry, but absurd as it may sound, I'd like my avatar to die “comfortably.” I will find another way.

Zhang heads back to the ‘Crapfilth’ restaurant.
Zhang: I'll try the ‘Crapfilth’ restaurant; if they have stuff that induces vomiting, then I bet they also have something actually lethal when consumed in sufficient amounts.

Zhang is back inside the “restaurant.”
Waiter: Back again? Do you want the hamster juice?
Zhang: No thanks, I'd like to have something… stronger.
Waiter: We do have some new specialty teas, like used motor oil extract.

Zhang: No way. Either this is something Heidi did hack into the simulation, or this future really is totally messed up!
Waiter: Huh?
Zhang: Never mind. Give me the largest possible serving.

Waiter: I am legally obliged to warn that a Big Ass Bucket serving of this tea will… sorry, may be lethal.
Zhang: Excellent. Then make it 2 Big Ass Buckets!