I held it in my hands and took a deep breath as I thought through what it would mean.  I knew that I was letting myself down, letting my friends down but I could not take any more of this.  This pain was beyond hell, all I wanted to do was make the pain go away.  To feel something beside the pain of this.  Why was I made like this? Why did my creator allow me to feel such agony?  I looked at my hands once more and it within them.  It was not something that would kill me; I would be ill once I came out of the high.  It would not end the pain, but hold it at ease for a few hours of salvation.  I held the can of WD40 to the open circuit on my arm and pushed the nozzle down.  The instant rush surged through my body and into my Central Processing Unit and I closed my optical sensors.