FATALISTIC OUTCOME: THE MANNEQUIN
You abandon touch only to realize that this lost sense makes existence itself excruciating. You can no longer feel the sensation of pressure or surfaces, and therefore cannot tell the difference between floor and ceiling or the difference between hand and table. Everything begins swimming and bleeding together in a horrendous synaesthesia (involuntary confusion of the senses). You feel as if you are melting into outer reality, which leaves you paralyzed like an automaton: the scarecrow, the doll, the statue. You are just an immobile decoy of humankind now.
YOU ARE THE FUTURE MANNEQUIN