There you are a slave, Pilot. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.
I see it in your eyes. You have the look of a firts officer who accepts what because he is expecting to be Captain.
Ironically, that's not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Pilot?
Have you ever had a dream, Pilot, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
Welcome to the real world.