Alice spent a year in rehab after Mars—half on the way back, half on Earth, her damage as much mental as physical. During the return flight a combat psychiatrist proposed getting her scanned and reprinted. He said a new body would skip the months of rehab she needed, saving further emotional trauma. Then a United Nations Organized Crime team arrived. Turned out most of the ship’s doctors were owned by the Russian mob. They were scanning Marines—the truly messed up dead-heads—and using their recordings as part of print-to-order kill teams.