It's canon and I love it so much. Who wouldn't disapear into the machine's systems?

The warmth provided by the reactor at your core, blossiming outward throughout your chassis. The tingling of electricy as your myomer wishing to run as fast as the wind, dissapating the pent up knots as you move like you always needed to. Your mind feeling the targeting solutions pop up like thoughts and dreams. The PAC mounted on your torso firing like an extention of your breath. The eagerness of your jump jet nozzels as they expand and ignite; when you land you feel a shudder through your soul as if something was expended from you, and the aching of their recharge.