I realize that if Papa Lo or any of his people wanted to kill me they would have done it already, or simply left me in the alley to die, so I take the cable from his hand and slot it into the jack behind my ear like I’ve done it a thousand times before. It slides home with a faint click that shudders through my being, and I feel a sense of completeness I haven’t since I was disconnected by the body-snatchers. I know I never feel so complete as when I’m jacked in, the connection between me and the machine fills my spirit and makes me feel whole again.