Not two seconds after that, a pair of doctors came in pushing a hover pad. There was a form under it, but a white sheet covered up specifics. However, once the pad was positioned on the tables' framework, Vic removed the sheet with a flourish. The body that was revealed looked like it had stepped out of a Greek statue. Coiled muscle under fair skin, a mop of thick black hair, and the face of a holo-vid star. This was the SiN|Tech trademark; perfection.
"Now, after the transplant we can perform any minor cosmetic changes you request. For now, however, it's time for you to get reacquainted with the flesh." And with that, the chemical solution that Denelo floated in changed and the patient slept.
Vic had claimed that Denelo would not remember a thing. Vic lied. It wasn't pain, or any real feeling, but he had dreams. Scraps of visions, watching the surgeons perform their bloody work over their shoulders, watching as masked doctors peered down at him in front of blinding lights, even stranger ones where Denelo could see a ghostly version of himself looking over his new form. At last, Denelo woke; into darkness.
"Vic?"
"Yes, sir. Right here. The operation was a success, and you should-"
"I can't see anything."
"Huh? Oh." Vic muttered something under his breath. "Hang on a second. I'll get that fixed for you."
Vic must have gone and gotten something, for then Denelo felt something about where his eyes should be. "This is going to feel a little weird."
And with that there was a strange tingling all over his body, but especially in Denelos' sinuses. It was almost to the point of pain, but instead was just uncomfortable. But then vision blossomed to life, and Denelo had to blink rapidly to adjust his eyes.
"Better?" Denelo could now see doctor Vic standing off to the side, two little tongs in his hands. "Someone forgot to jump-start your new prosthetic eyes. It's not dangerous or anything to you, just a little something we try and do while you're still out of it."
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