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SOURCE P6 V1/6.
Machine Man (serial)

Final →V2

Date: Thu Feb 26 04:07:29 2009 +0000

Page 6.

In my third week I was visited by the prosthetics specialist. She walked into my room with a bunch of artificial legs under each arm, like a Hindu goddess. “Hi, Charlie.” She dumped the legs onto the bed and pushed her glasses up her nose. There was no longer any danger you would confuse her with a deity. Her mousey brown hair was dragged into a merciless pony-tail; around the armpits, her white shirt looked damp. “I hear you got a transfemoral. Can I look?” Before I could respond, she was lifting up my sheet. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, wow. That’s a clean stump. Can I touch?”

“Uh…”

Her fingers probed my wounded flesh. “Oh. Yeah. This is a really nice job.” Her eyes met mine. “I have to tell you, I really like a good transfemoral. We get a lot of transtibials, and no offense to those people, but it’s like fitting shoes. There’s no art to it. This…” She patted my blighted thigh. “This gives us options.”

“I like options,” I said. “I am a fan of options.”

She smiled. “You and me, Charle. We are going to be great friends.”

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