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She let him dress in silence in front of the mirror. Aaron tried not to inspect too closely at the grey in his curls of black chest hair, or the paleness of his freckles, or the dark circles under his eyes. When was the last time he’d gone out into the proper sun? Not the UV baths, but outside? On instinct, he turned to look over the ‘windows’, but his only view was a computer-generated screen of an unblemished blue sky.
“And this thing is supposed to talk in hieroglyphics to her?” Cyrus asked, holding the little microphone up to the light.
“Hieroglyphs,” said the Egyptologist. Mister Brown, something? Or was it Green?
Something about the air was off. That was the first thing I noticed. I blinked up to light, slightly too bright, my arms folded over my chest where I lay. I looked down. Why had my bandages been removed? Did it not work? I flexed my fingers. Turned my hands over in front of me….