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Lessons And Plans My first lessons concerned the proper manipulation of the keypads under my fingers and thumbs, enabling me to communicate with the computer by either yes or no answers, or, to actually type out words, sentences, and paragraphs. That is how this tale is being told (albeit very slow in the writing), for I am, even as these sentences appear before you now, strapped and locked inside my case. If I make mistakes while typing, I am immediately subjected to strong electro-shocks to my nether regions and breasts for the error. The manipulations required of me to operate the typewriter portion of the key pads were complex to master, but once learned have become easier, although never perfect. I had to become familiar with the visual aspects of my lessons being presented and this