The grey smoke was steadily streaming out of his mouth. He stretched the wires between his palms... feeling each microfilament, as they slowly extended out of his fingertips. Ahhh... what a feeling. What could possibly feel better? Oh, yes, he knew what would feel better: Instantly, he snapped the threads apart and reached down to his right hand to unbutton the white sleeve enwrapping his wrist. He rolled up the sleeve, slowly, elegantly, carefully folding each time, until it neatly rested above his elbow. Now being free of the cotton chains, he once again spread his palms apart.