CHAPTER 34
Hope’s garments, now little more than tattered shreds of cloth, fell on the floor one by one. She was n***d in the middle of the sanitizing chamber, surrounded by a tubular cage.
As she raised her arms, the sensor activated, unlocking the nozzles.
High-pressure jets of water and zeolite powder sprayed her skin, instantly washing away any trace of dirt. Then a second stream followed, this time only water. These micro-quantities, carefully measured so as not to waste the precious liquid, were still capable of washing her thoroughly. Finally, a powerful gust of warm air briefly stretched her skin back and made her hair dance like rebellious tentacles.
The tubular cage opened up, setting her free.
Hope stared at her own body reflected in the shiny surface in front of her. She h
