Well you’ve heard enough and you’re not putting yourself in the middle of this pointless drama.

“Disconnecting again sir?”
“Hell yes! I just needed to remind myself of the benefits of solitude! I’m gonna go watch Goodfellas again!”

Well you found your routine to stave off insanity. You retreat into solitude once again without thinking anymore of it, then every so often you reconnect briefly and stir shit up between Becky and Miranda then disconnect again. You don’t think about leaving the Shelter (Even if you could) seeing as you’ve found a way to cope with your situation, and there’s always the Shelter itself to talk to which is never as “friendly” to you again for some reason. (Perhaps it disapproves of you acting like a dick)

As the years go by you eventually die of an embarrassing shower accident by getting soap in your eyes and then slipping and cracking your skull on the sink while attempting to reach for a towel.

Detecting your demise, the Shelter powers down.