" So when he reached up to his ear and turned off the interface for the first time
since he had implanted it, Jane did not feel it as the meaningless switch-off of a
trivial communications device. She felt it as her dearest and only friend, her
lover, her husband, her brother, her father, her child-- all telling her, abruptly,
inexplicably, that she should cease to exist. It was as if she had suddenly been
placed in a dark room with no windows and no door. As if she had been blinded
or buried alive. "

― Orson Scott Card