"You came. You sat. You conquered! You've warmed countless seats, leaving a deep and indelible impression on each and every one! Well done, sitlord. But... Sitting has changed you. You look down, now, at these limbs, at all this sinew and flesh. It seems so excessive, doesn't it? Limbs, flaying. Appendages. Poorly-designed. A bit old-fashioned. Outdated? The real you has been trapped here, hasn't it? Here, in this prison made of flesh. It's a thought you've entertained before, isn't it? Privately. In dreams. And now you become chair. These arms are now perfectly suited to hold other arms, offering a place to rest. These feet are now planted, firmly, upon a tasteful up-cycled wood floor in a converted loft. You torso—built for comfort and function—now provides support, your legs are now a refuge for weary bodies. This is your purpose. This is no simulation. Be. Chair."