Inside the room we built, something begins to change. What once surrounded us begins to shape us. The boundaries between the human and the things we created grow thinner, until identity becomes something fluid constantly altered by technology, memory, desire, and repetition. We no longer simply inhabit the room. We carry it within us. And somewhere between what we create and what creates us, the shape of the self begins to shift. The room is no longer just around us. It begins to become us.