“You’re going to have to explain this again,” Vince informs him, snaking a hand around the boy’s waist, “when we’re actually inside the exhibit.”
Reza shakes his head. “What, plastination? That’s not even the interesting part.”
When they’re finally let into the crowded exhibit hall, it becomes clear that, no, that isn’t the interesting part.
The hall is filled with bodies in different states of anatomical undress, skeletons welcoming them in and muscular frames posed to walk or run.
“Holy s**t,” says Vince, wide eyes taking in each shiny plasticized figure in turn. Adults. Children. Mutations in display cases—organs where they shouldn’t be, soft, blemish-free skin where eyes usually are, external teeth—and body systems with thick display plaques at eye-level for the primary-schoolers w
