Granted, that wasn't true of making his food. Yeah, it was useful having a little popup display to tell him when to flip the burger on the stove, when it was done, the estimated contents of the refrigerator based on his preference in condiments. Then again, his movements were still... weird. He could move again fine, but he kept feeling like he shouldn't be able to. Maybe something still hadn't synced up between his brain (what was left of it, at least) and the cybernetics? He'd have to ask about that. He hadn't tripped over anything today, at least. He was getting SOMEWHAT better at managing the visuals. Balance, though... well, he hoped that'd come with time.
Finally he flopped over on a couch in the empty den, set his plate down, and looked around for the remote.
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Access remote control emulation?
Dammit, no.



