Jeff invented a baby born quadriplegic, with no function below his neck. He'd be stuck at the mercy of adults with no way to move his arms, or legs, or even talk—pure helplessness. Not even the ability to cry or squirm. Just a baby's brain with a baby's voiceless face and a baby's still, lifeless body attached.
As he clicked the button, he began to hear a high-pitched whining from a horrible set of lights overhead, and felt a strange compressed sensation, and gradually adjusted his eyes.
For the next hour he was forced to stare at a horrible light. He tried to move his arms and legs but they seemed to not be present somehow. He If he was moving them, there was no way to tell. He tried to cry and squirm, but as he'd wished, there was no ability to.
Suddenly, adults who looked ten times larger than he was looked over him. They commented on "a diaper change", then the smell got worse, then the smell disappeared. He tried to talk back or even moan but his head was so heavy and movement and speech felt so distant. The hour kept moving by. He could only feel his chubby, voiceless face, and nothing else.