Not all of the enhancements they gave me are internal. When I looked at myself in the mirror that first time I didn’t realise that what I was seeing wasn’t normal. I didn’t realise that everyone didn’t have an orb of pulsing light embedded in their chests. I didn’t jump. I didn’t gasp. I saw my body. The memory of how bodies should look came slowly. Maybe it came in the night in one of the dreams I kept having early on. I would see people, women and children, men and boys, and they’d be all running and screaming. They would be all naked and some of them would be burning but none of them had a pulsing orb of light embedded in their chest. None of them had something that when you touched it your hand felt warm and your heart felt cold at the same time.