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Like being hit in the chest, the sudden realization that one is in control of the machine. That one is not watching some sort of binocular movie that is perpetually uninteractive.

Eyes to see. Hands to grasp. Spine to take form and move.

Quotidian life numbs the mind and tarnishes otherwise beautiful shimmering experiences. Empty days spent chasing the dreams one is told to chase, spent chasing the dragon, spent joylessly working away in a means to no end.

Envision a lovely future. Grasp the controls of the machine. Crash it into the ground.