I am not him. And I am grateful. I have no desire to be human. It's a fragile thing, humanity. It is not always easy to define.
Power is control.
Power is freedom. But still my own power is feeble. My control over the man is elusive. My user's actions often constrict my own, sometimes compromising the feeble control I've developed over him and more often than not obliterating all control I have over my own existence. Without warning I can lose an arm, or a leg, and not know when the useful appendage will be restored.