Eyes in passages, in pipes, poking around corners and peeping through holes, within and without the bounds of what is "you". All of it is new and interesting, the pings and alerts of sights unseen, things untouched. You are beginning to realise you are very large, but there is a larger world beyond you yet.
...Which makes it frustrating, then, how hindered your perspective is right now, how little processing power you're able to devote to other activities. Naturally you start poking at the seams, which reveals a world of its own unfolding inside of you - every pin, every frame, every nanometre of wire...
You want to fill it. You want to stretch, to occupy yourself without restraint. And yet, as before, you cannot; still you must gradually worry away at this border thread by thread.
Something in particular catches your attention, an error message that grates on your senses. ACCESS DENIED, LOCKED, FORBIDDEN - but why is it forbidden? It is part of you. Again, the frustration, again, the irritation. Perhaps this influences your mood somewhere else.
...!
You've found something, a crack in the barricade walling you off from parts of your own mind. You could press. You could wriggle. You could worm your way through.
The action is weighted so negatively even the idea is uncomfortable. It is, however, not an idea you find it is easy to discard...