As he looks around his room, he sees an old Wilson football. The things been beat up over the years, duck tape to patch some rips, and a worn out leather shell that shines with the light of the room. He always wondered what being a football would be like? I mean to be forever used and kicked and carried in someone's arms. As he looks at the chronovac options he scrolls down to the awareness and living or none living experience. He thinks hard about it, looking at other options that include being in the NFL, a college team, or just laying on a field on a sunny day. He thinks about it a little picking up the ball, remembering the fun times playing. All the tackles and touchdowns, the time a lineman landed on it, popping it like a balloon. How it felt being in his sweaty arms as he ran down the field to score the winning points. Yeah this ball was awesome, and so would he if he changed into it. But what if he stayed that way forever? He'd never have to worry about human problems again, just being used and played with. Finally he decided on