Mara’s eyes fluttered open, and she felt great, like she’d just had the best night’s sleep of her life. As she lifted her arms to stretch, her knuckles rapped a smooth, hard surface, and she realized where she was—inside the receptacle. Below her, Dr. Canfield stood at the console, tapping the screen with one hand and holding up a finger with the other. She mouthed the words, just one moment, but Mara could not hear through the transparent walls of the stasis tube.
The front half slid open, and warm air rushed over her body. Looking down, Mara realized she was in her jeans and polo. She felt the Chronicle in her pocket.
She was back. In her body. Well, in her synthetic body.
The doctor walked up the steps of the pedestal on which the tube sat and extended a hand to her. “How do you feel
