I hover in one place long enough to pool fluids so I can look down and see myself in my own liquids. And recently, there's this creature staring back and it's just not me. It started happening when I stole that Bonzai tree out of the window on State Street. Since then I've been undergoing some sort of metamorphosis, some sort of full system reboot. But I never lost consciousness, you know. I've been here, front and center, the whole time.