This is the wall I see around me. I think I’ve been misled. Now, how am I related to you when I can no longer feel the cord? Individual. Personal. You. Me. This wall is the line.
The line is the demarcation. It used to be for contact.
Now, where is my mind...? The body is mine, but the thought is theirs. They make all my decisions. I can only respond to the command of these arrows, because I have become a droid.
...And now, now, I just exist, not sure of who I am; not sure of where I am, not even what I do, and walking on the rubble of History.