Waiting 20 minutes so that your virtual Windows 95 machine can install a game at an era realistic time, when all that is really happening is that files already on my hard drive are moving to somewhere else on it, is something that causes me to question what I'm doing with my life.
Well, the only thing to do now is build a period-accurate machine so that you can spend hours building the hardware, installing the software, tracking down the ancient driver files and troubleshooting it to play a game you could've emulated within 5 minutes on a virtual machine today.
People are just files in the Matrix getting moved around from place to place. You're just experiencing mind-static due to the simulation's inner workings being revealed
