One night, she found an old photograph. She was four, face smeared with chocolate, screaming with laughter as her father held her upside down. She stared at it for a long time. She understood the concept of happiness . She could define it, diagram it, write a three-page essay on its neurochemical basis. But the feeling itself was like trying to remember a dream that had never been hers.
The designation was . The doctors called her Reika . She was twelve years old.
Not the pain—they had erased that with happy-light sedation and a rainbow-flavored gas. She remembered the sensation of being taken apart. A feeling like a thousand cold fingers pulling at the threads of a sweater she hadn’t known she was wearing. When she woke up, her body was a stranger’s house, and she was a guest who had forgotten the way to the bathroom.
They had fixed the broken chromosome—the one that would have turned her muscles to stone by age ten. They had spliced in the corrective sequence, flushed her little body with nanites that rebuilt her from the inside out. The MDG-115 procedure was a success. The first of its kind.
She became a ghost in a perfect body.
The reflection stared back. Perfect skin. Rain-colored eyes. Twelve years old, and already a relic.
She lifted her hand to the glass. The reflection did the same. She watched her lips move, forming words she didn't say aloud.
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