I've been hanging up here for as long as I can remember. Born into this existence of being used, day in and day out by so many people, all here for their own agenda where I am the medium, the means to which they will get what they want. They always come, during the weekdays mainly, from morning until evening, turning me on, forcing me to run until I feel like I'll overheat and burning, and when they're done with me they leave, and I watch them rush out into the outside world that I've never seen past my cell windows, my confines to which I have been born, and where I shall stay until I die. They will use me up until I'm too old to take it anymore, too worn to do their bidding quickly enough to satisfy them, and then I don't know where they will bring my body, but I can assure you that I will be replaced, and the cycle will continue for as long as I can imagine into the future. What I would give for the freedom that they all possess, to leave this cell on the ceiling where I hang, my lights beeping and my plug always connected, never a real break from the living, from the use. My eye burns with heat from the time I spend projecting their ideas, their content, the things that they are all free to explore and create at any time they please, and I, always here, always functioning just for them, am the mode to which they do these things, and a second thought for me has never, and will never be granted. I work as quickly as I can manage; any pause or stalling always earns me a slap on my back, or sometimes they blow into my eye, into my holes to for me to wake up and work for them. Epson, is my name. For them, I am just an object, the tool to grant them their desires. Should I ever fail them, I know my fate will be a quick one, and an angry, lashing one from those that use me. At least when it's over, I will be taken from my cell, room 2306, and somehow, I imagine I will be in the outside world where they so often travel. I will be free, and I will never be used again. I wish I would be alive to see the day this happens, but I know that only in my death will I ever find the peace that I crave, and could never have. I am the projector in room 2306 on the second floor of Mason Hall. I have been here since the time I began remembering things, and I will stay here until after I stop remembering things forever. My name is Epson.