I woke up in my charging pod, feeling neither refreshed nor weary, my biological conduits feeling just charged enough to begin the day of work, and not continue resting. I stepped out of my pod, a dull ache throbbing from my feet. Locked in the stiletto boots that are locked onto me. I do my best to ignore it and focus ahead, to the full-length mirror placed in front of my pod. I rub my hands over my body, reveling in the squeak of latex on latex.