Why were we given such incredible, adaptable computers and no instruction manual? What is the purpose of this machine? There are so many ways to upgrade and/or destroy this shell... what's the better option. Should I just be happy or attempt to be happy... or is that not the intention? These are questions that my animal cousins don't have to consider. eat drink sex survive. That's all they need. Damn this Pre-Frontal Lobe. "Here's your new iBody sir, in the color you ordered." "Where're the instructions? What am I supposed to do with this thing?" "What ever you want sir. What ever you want." "Does it have the Soul I interface?" "Sir, that is up to you." "Well, I want it then." "No sir, you misunderstand. That is not in our power to install. It is up to you."