I looked up to the ceiling. The music seeped into the lab in waves, the club was in full swing. The pleasure house was packed as well, one could hear the moans and cries of extasy from all sides.
I got up and walked over to the floater Jack inhabited. He was pale, the long rest took the colour from his face, but grew hair on him instead. All the sudden he seemed mature, fatherly, loosing his boyish charm, that was so alluring to the Enhanced women in the cities. They wanted young - men, who looked half a child still. There was something in those requests I was always repulsed by, but now I finally understood.
I looked at him, observing the lines on his face, each, one by one. I gently touched his hair. The black curls felt like silk to my fingers. Then I traced the shape of his muscles,
