So, I was pressed back on the table and opened up. William removed a small device from the box. It was not something I was able to identify at the time. After a moderate amount of time, and a decent amount of manipulation of my existing parts, the device had been added to my system and I was closed up. I sat up and looked at William.

I felt no apparent change. I did not notice any new sensations or understandings. I detected no new knowledge. Then, William reached down and grasped my cord. He placed it in my hand.

"Pull it." He said carefully, "Pull it from the wall."

I looked at him, confused. His smile was reassuring, but I was still tentative. All of the work we had done, all of the things I had come to understand, and now he was asking me to undo it all?

"Trust me."

I did. I pulled.

And continued to breathe.

It was a power cell. That's what had been in the box. It provides temporary power independent of the wall socket, allowing me to move about freely, no longer tethered to the wall. I would now be able to move about as I liked, where I liked, when I liked, how I liked. I will now be able to see the world.

"When?" I demanded.

"Tomorrow."

He then suggested I write a poem about how this made me feel.

I sign off tonight, excited beyond belief,
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