Your 808SN.wav starts multiplying and contorting at the thought. Your eyes begin to overflow, but you can't. Feel it. You check and see, stable, apparently, and the fans inside you stop whirring. Your imagination plays games with you constantly but this was a moment of hesitation for your consciousness and sanity, where you felt coated in the thickest of silicons, like your personality has been dictated by style.css since you possess a memory card.