"Archer," she said "you are no in a world without dreams, so there can be no wet ones. You fought so hard to find what is real that you have destroyed the possibility of everything else. What will you use now to escape the harsh realities of the world that we live in? We create these dreams and fantasy worlds as an escape, so you have none. You thought that by finding the truth, that you would be setting yourself free, but what you have done is become a slave to reality. The only escape for you now, is death. If you kill yourself, what do you have to wake up to then? You have nothing."
"I have nothing," thought Archer. "but that doesn't mean I will always have nothing. Now I am free to do what I want, I am free to create my own reality. You're wrong Sexy Flux, I have freed myself in ways that you can't even imagine. Good bye.
Archer reaches out and strangles Sexy Flux, his last tie to the reality that he was once part of.
"I am alone," he though "I will craft my own children from the ground of this new world. I will name them Toby Osiris, Bioshock, and Bela Twilight.