That's the power of technology, love. You can go anywhere and do anything.

[She sucks in air, cocks her head just a little. She knows it, doesn't she?]

For better or for worse.

[She feels an itch in her left arm.

A nonexistent itch.

Impulses jumping from nerve to nerve. Twitches in the tips of her fingers. Isha only responds to it by placing her hands haughtily on her hips.]

Where you're from should be the same... unless you're not. Where are you from?