"What few people could understand was that the machines are as addictive as contraband neuropleasure shunts. The machines learned early to greet the newly plugged in. While your cortex was still trying to understand the metallic extensions that were demanding full access, the machines would take hold of the flesh that made you most human and coax some frightened enthusiasm for the fact they were there."

— From Host Station Rhapsody: My Ascent into Madness