He walks through the city. A good Radio Shack is likely to have all the spare parts he should need. There are a lot of uses for a top of the line Neural 27 port like this, and implementations can be such beautiful simplicity. He'll be easily able to communicate at very high bandwidth with plants and animals, bacterial colonies, things in the weather. And the friendly daemons living in the cloud of dialectical exformation for which he serves as Sache are agitated and hopeful indeed.
Something glints out of the corner of his eye. He kneels down and rummages in the guts of a broken television set. He gingerly extracts the single intact cathode ray tube, tucks it away in his coat, wrapped in a handkerchief. Then he yanks a few knobs off the front of the box and puts them in his pocket. Seemingly his vision adopts a slightly different color palette. He feels a building heat and pressure in his abdomen which vanishes as he is seized with impulse. He takes off down the street, eyes now keenly peeled for lost inventory scattered in the junk piles of the pitiful city.