The MI surgeon repairing her was a machine designed by a machine, everything functional and sparse. Eight ceramic arms extended from a central battery pack, each ending with a range of print heads, while clear tubes entered the opposite direction carrying blood and tissue into the main body. A glossy black sensor polyp blinked at Alice while it worked; a robot spider licking away at her wounds. The surgeon clicked with happiness as it glued the deep cut on her arm, tissue restoration complete.