Maintenance

I had this odd dream. I was looking at the inside of my head. It had little Transformer-like bots crawling around polishing stuff, optimising neurons, laying down special nanotubule arrays, adding odd processing modules. Or nodules. Or something. There was a sign posted near my sinuses: Maintenance and upgrading in progress. We apologize for the inconvenience.

I remember saying something like, "Hey that's my brain, I need to use it!"

A small blue and gold bot said, "Sorry sir, we need to maintain it. Besides, it will work better next year."

Argh.