He extracted his and was about to slash Kadamb's throat, when his hand froze. He shrieked, and struggled flailing his hands and feet, and woke up. Furious, in one swift motion flinging away his tangled bed sheets, he pushed his feet in his slippers and rushed to his speakwriter. He kicked at it. Of course, you can't.
Nothing here can.
Not even the robos. I'm starving for a single word. Imprisoned here in this hell-hole. You will live in a castle, they had said. Served by a hundred robots.