Start with the body.

The ordinary man lifted the arms, then took a cloth covering off of the object. He methodically removed several more coverings. He placed his hands on the protrusion on the top of the object and began to massage gently. It felt good.

"What are you doing? It's nice."

He sighed. "I'm creating physical sensations. When reontologizing a sentient being, it's often useful to start with the body. It keeps the being grounded."

That didn't make any sense. What being was he even talking about? Still, as he moved further down the thing, it continued to feel good. As he got to the split between the legs, it began to feel good in a different, more intense way.

"Mmmm, that feels very good... I- ahhh, I like that."

"You?" he asked. Who was he talking to? Was he talking to... her? She was here? The feeling continued to mount and the object moaned softly.

"Me? I, um, I think I am. I'm- oh! Oh, fuck!"

His deft digits had found their way inside some sort of opening on the front of the thing and an undeniable pleasure blossomed inside of her. Inside? Did she have an inside? She was once again distracted as pleasure smashed into her.

"What are you doing?" she panted. "What is this? Why are you- oh my God, what are- ohhhh fuck me, oh my God!"

He rolled his eyes as she began to moan vacantly. It seemed his manipulation of the object was having a direct effect on her. The object was panting in time with her voice and she wondered what it was. Why would it synchronize with her? Why would his touch on it affect her? She felt herself surging towards a conclusion and suddenly it came, she was coming, her body - her body - was coming and coming, and the ordinary man pulled his hand back and wiped it on a wet towel (where did that come from?).

The body was covered in sweat and trying to catch its breath. It's a body, she realized. It's... my body? She told the neck to look down and her vision shifted to a top-down vision of her body. She sucked in air through her mouth and felt it fill her lungs. She flexed her right hand and marveled at the motion of the fingers.

"I'm-"

"That you are," the man interrupted. "How do you feel?"