Losing Touch

[Narrator] On level 87, demands on my time increased. I had meetings with people who used to boss me around. I regularly caught a later shuttle home. My new hand never regained feeling. I found that it typed faster than my old one, at least. Eventually, I adjusted to typing with just the machine hand. I tried not to touch Jane with my new hand. It didn't feel right. I bought an expensive guitar I'd always wanted to play. My hand did not seem well-equipped for playing it. The guitar quickly became a six-stringed ornament.