Chapter 11
“Whose body is it?”
“Some nurse found wired on pakz. She would’ve died anyway. We filtered the blood, flooded it with medinites, added lung capacity, and cardiovascular, muscular, and optical enhancements. So we’ve bloody given her a second chance. In a way.”
The voices flickered across Thia’s memory, barely registering as familiar. She knew these people, but their names escaped her, like a dream upon waking. When she opened her eyes, she did recognize them—Eyon Klé, the cyberneticist in the M31 Unit, and Dran Secobar, her boss. She was propped up in a bed, in a grey room with bright lights. Machinery lined the walls, manned by several white-coated lab assistants. Her bed was the only piece of furniture in the room. No chairs or tables.
“Ah, there she is. Hello, Thia,” Eyon
