27 Boudoir Glamour Inc. #27

In the Medical Bay, I heard many things.

When you have been dismantled into small bits, you seek to hear something that is good news.

"All of your soft tissue was broken down into small blocks, those blocks have been acting outside of known biologic norms. You are setting off alarms because it is not normal. Your skeleton was not changed, so you will be the same height."

I spent several minutes with that thought in my head. I am the same height. Who I am has not changed. Good news.

It was a look in the mirror that reversed my mood.

I knew I had been dismantled. It was looking at my new eyes. I had pink eyes. A twisted joke. That Fate being was a vandal that marked me with a graffiti signature.

The Ship AI gave me more updates, and it was not good news.

First, it became clear that my masculinity had been removed.

Second, my body was still rebuilding, my career as Spaceship Pilot was over. Consistent and verified reliability is what they want.

Huge biologic changes sidelines you forever. I could remain on the ship, but I would be locked down away from the controls. There are tales of locked out pilots forced to watch a ship face bad situation.