It was almost finished. She was almost perfect.
The woman floated in the absolute bliss of silver, silver that ran up and down her spinal column, remaking her inside and out. The shiny, slippery new skin coating and replacing—perfecting—her body tingled with pleasure. Before, in the pink-time she …
It occurred to you (not for the first time?) that you couldn’t remember how long you’d been following the path. The strange surface was slightly warm beneath your feet (what had happened to your boots?) and you had first assumed from the colour and texture that it was …
You broke the lock on the door, and that’s where you found her. Their treatments had left her unrecognizable. But you knew. You knew it was her. You’d beaten the lights and the sounds, the gas, the needles, all to find her. And now, together, you would escape …