No...nononono--he honestly expected that Stephen would plug him back in right away. Yes, getting knocked out was probably a good thing so he wouldn't have to endure...this...but then who knows what would happen to him or even other people if he wasn't conscious for it.

He thrashes slightly, jostling the wires and implants in him painfully, he doesn't even have the energy to get up. He slides over, fully on the ground, gazing up at Stephen. The rage was turning into fear, then pleading. He hated this, he hated being helpless, hated being dependent on anyone, much less Stephen, who'd done this to him. Please, he thought, unable to make any noise, unable to move his hands to gesture. Being unable to communicate was just as horrible, especially for someone who was so talkative. Please don't... He hated himself for begging. This was only going to get worse. They meant to turn him into one of them, to break him...he couldn't...he wouldn't...

He felt the life draining out of him. Like he was nothing more than his Zune. Nothing more than a machine. His eyes fluttered, as he weakly tried to move towards Stephen one more time, but it was nothing more than a feeble spasm as he flops over.