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Something
happened
to
the
glinting
light
on
the
water
.
I
shifted
my
gaze
out
past
the
woman
’
s
shoulder
and
saw
how
the
brightness
unstitched
itself
from
the
waves
and
scribbled
into
the
sky
,
magnifying
.
The
city
whited
out
as
if
from
a
nuclear
flash
,
the
edges
of
the
boat
faded
,
as
if
into
a
sea
mist
.
The
woman
opposite
went
with
it
.
It
became
very
quiet
.
I
raised
a
hand
to
touch
the
mist
where
the
parameters
of
the
world
ended
and
my
arm
seemed
to
move
in
slow
motion
.
There
was
a
static
hiss
like
rain
building
under
the
silence
.
The
ends
of
my
fingers
turned
transparent
,
then
white
like
the
minarets
of
the
city
under
the
flash
.
I
lost
the
power
of
motion
and
the
white
crept
up
my
arm
.
The
breath
stopped
in
my
throat
,
my
heart
paused
in
mid
-
beat
.
I
was
.
Not
.
I
woke
once
more
,
this
time
to
a
rough
numbness
in
the
surface
of
my
skin
,
like
the
feeling
your
hands
get
just
after
you
’
ve
rinsed
them
clean
of
detergent
or
white
spirit
,
but
spread
throughout
the
body
.
Re
-
entry
into
a
male
sleeve
.
It
subsided
rapidly
as
my
mind
adjusted
to
the
new
nervous
system
.
The
faint
chill
of
air
conditioning
on
exposed
flesh
.
I
was
naked
.
I
reached
up
with
my
left
hand
and
touched
the
scar
under
my
eye
.
They
’
d
put
me
back
.
Above
me
the
ceiling
was
white
and
set
with
powerful
spotlights
.
I
propped
myself
up
on
my
elbows
and
looked
around
.
Another
faint
chill
,
this
one
internal
,
coasted
through
me
as
I
saw
that
I
was
in
an
operating
theatre
.
Across
the
room
from
where
I
lay
stood
a
polished
steel
surgical
platform
complete
with
runnels
for
the
blood
and
the
folded
arms
of
the
autosurgeon
suspended
spiderlike
above
.
None
of
the
systems
were
active
,
but
there
were
small
screens
blinking
the
word
STANDBY
on
the
wall
and
on
a
monitor
unit
beside
me
.
I
leaned
closer
to
the
display
and
saw
a
function
checklist
scrolling
down
repeatedly
.
They
had
been
programming
the
autosurgeon
to
take
me
apart
.
I
was
swinging
myself
off
the
waiting
tray
when
the
door
cracked
open
and
the
synthetic
woman
came
in
with
a
pair
of
medics
in
tow
.
The
particle
blaster
was
stowed
at
her
hip
and
she
was
carrying
a
recognisable
bundle
.
"
Clothes
.
"
She
flung
them
at
me
with
a
scowl
.
"
Get
dressed
.
"
One
of
the
medics
laid
a
hand
on
her
arm
.
"
Procedure
calls
for
—
"
