[ WP ] Becoming a god .

I brush the keys with my fingertips. I revel at the sensation, the first tactile stimulus in months. The fingers of my right hand contain the only skin left on my body. 
 
 The seductive whirr of the servos in my left arm plays as I reach across and check the subroutines one last time. No going back now. Could I ever have gone back, though? Oh, well. Plenty of time for philosophy later. Too much time. A veritable infinity. 
 
 I click `` execute,'' and become... not. I sense my body go limp. But who needs eyes when you can see out of every camera in the world? Who needs ears when every microphone on the planet is yours to tap? I am all.
