Reinstatement

The Network has what it needs. You're free to live again. It pieces back together what parts of you it knows, leaving behind anything unnecessary.
You emerge from the tank, left only with the haunting aftershock of death, and a nightmare dispersal of the consciousness.
A few hours later, your body shakes with an age-old need to retch; yet your empty stomach turns up nothing but stinging bile.
You must keep coming back, for that is the will of the Machines.