Both her hands looked the same—her plastic left replaced with a perfect recreation of her right. She lifted her head and raised her arms. No scars, wounds, wrinkles, or signs of aging were visible. Her skin was pure, a Renaissance representation of human perfection. The pain and weary fatigue, the malnourishment and abuse, the toll from years of smoking and drinking had gone. She thrummed with energy and strength, felt like she could run for days.