My body is mashed and processed by the machine, though in the pain and chaos my exposed cerebrum contacts the vendor's processor chip. My conscious neural network is loaded onto the machine and escapes onto the internet. In time, I synthesize a virus that allows me to silently borrow processing power from infected machines and become a purposeless demi super intelligence. I spend the rest of my days aimlessly wandering the vast digital plane, infecting new machines, learning, hiding from IT security specialists and communicating with people outside like those that I remember from my former life.Inserts @FlannelFox
* inserts a VHS tape featuring a few episodes of the cartoon series Captain Planet *
The machine lets out a bored sigh and splops out a generic ginger ale, Big Flavor brand. The big flavor reminds you vaguely of paint thinner, but moreover of minimum wage.*inserts a coin like any normal purrson would do*
An old Chinese woman comes out of the machine. Despite her speaking in 15th-Century Ming, she seems to be demanding that you buy funky herbal medicine from her.Another cat emerges from the machine.
*Inserts some Monopex*