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My projector stopped working again today, and I was forced to take it off.  I felt so small without it.  Disconnected.  I realized my partmental smelled like unwashed clothes and old food.  My head was throbbing because I had tried to use my projector far longer than I should have when it wasn't properly connecting to my neural input.  I still felt like there were lines scrolling up and up and up my vision.  I closed them and rubbed my head in gentle circles.  I ran my brain around in circles trying to find a way around it, but I had no choice: I would have to leave my room.