Vic just smiled. "Sir, we are not in the business of limiting our clients based on who they are. We sell to anyone who can afford our goods. Now, right this way and we can get started."
They entered the surgical ward, a long and wide hallway with little depressions in the floor on the sides filled with various complex looking pieces of medical equipment. Some were occupied, very obviously so; underneath a shimmering bubble, there were people in various stages of surgery. Doctors in slick green smocks, gloves, hats and masks worked diligently to perform the assigned operations their clients requested. One such person had their whole body opened up and the doctors were removing the skeleton.
The troopers, lead by Vic, took the bed to one of these depressions. They maneuvered the bed in and set it down on a frame, then left. Vic spoke up. "This is where you'll be staying for a while. It's going to take a bit for us to grow your new body, plus make all the genetic changes you requested. The suit is already under way, as are the prosthetic eyes. So, while we wait for the body to grow we'll prepare you for the transplant."
The doctor seemed a little uncomfortable for a second. "For that part... well, we'll basically be removing your brain and putting it in a jar for a while. I know it sounds messy and horrific, but you'll be wired into a VR system so you won't get bored. If you have any doubts, we've done this operation many times in the past and have a 100% success rate."
It was obvious the man was trying to calm any fears their client might have. No need to scare off a potential source of income. And, considering the paycheck of these surgeons related directly with how they performed, they were under considerable pressure to make sure everything went smoothly.
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