Scrambling for some kind of way to avert your impending demise, you decide that your best shot is to try to somehow upload your traumatic experiences into the Neuralink.
You concentrate deeply on your horrific memories from earlier that day. After a tense moment, a rapid change sweeps across the system. The furries in the VR simulation morph into the visage of the bloated, choking confederate, as do many of the other ads and simulations.
