Because as it turns out, the surgeon's got an Alien 4 suggestion. And it was. And it was great. Took about four weeks for the foreskin, or I should say SynSkin, to clone the remains of my face. That's about the time I started calling myself Cloner.
Eye faces without ears or tears or memory smears.
Maybe that was why in the hospital in Phoenix, drugged down tight and mind drifting free, I had this strange recurring dream. Maybe not really, but it sure would be nice. Maybe he even understood that what I really wanted was a wetware face as a kind of flesh bridge between software flesh and the hardware road. A post-biologics face. Which is exactly what I got.