Its a saggy old box they've put me into. A little chewed by roaches, a little moist and musky. They've lost my snug fitting styrofoam and jammed in whatever they could find. I can feel it and it ain't helping my back. Wrong size. Looks like it belongs to a toaster. The cat's chewed on another bit and left a bunch of pieces scattered in the box. A couple have lodged themselves into a button. Seven. Seven. Seven. Seven. There's a ripped corner where I fear my sleek handset is showing. God, my Operation Manual! I don't know where my Operation Manual is! How am I supposed to remember what it is that I am? What I do?