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thought we all needed it, with the way the Laumrau-Vynsha situation was heating
up." She shrugged. "I have mixed feelings about it. It helps me think more clearly in
emergenciesтАФalmost like a permanent tranquilizer implant. If I get hurt while it's
active, it kicks on adrenal and thyroid boosters, and helps the wounds heal faster."
She checked her
clear face in the mirror. The peeling skin and rash caused by her brief exposure to
the Naxin had healed
in two days, instead of two weeks. "Dulls pain."

"Helped you survive the crash," Evan added with an encouraging smile.

"That's why I have mixed feelings." Jani freed the bottles of film former from the
depths of her bag,
then blended the memory film with its activator. "Sometimes I think justice would
have been better served if I'd died with everyone else. Or if I'd died, and they'd
lived." She looked up to find Evan's reflection staring at her in shocked surprise.
"Don't worry. I won't go suicidal on you. Just a little objective over-analysis on my
part."

"Really?" He studied her skeptically. "I know some people back home you could
talk to about it."

"PTs?" Jani peeled the ruptured film from her eye. The tear-swollen black-and-white
fragments
smacked wetly into the sink. "Ev, if the psychotherapeuticians ever got me, they'd
never let go." She activated the faucet, cupped tepid water in her hand, rinsed away
the last specks of old film, and
washed them down the drain. She didn't notice Evan's approach until he stood
beside her.

"Jesus!"

Jani stared into the mirror at her eye. The iris was still the dark jade of her childhood.
But the sclera, instead of white, shone a lighter, glassy green that took on a bluish
cast in the harsh bathroom lighting. Corroded copper coinsтАФbuilt-in pennies on my
eyes. At least the pupil hadn't changed in shape or size. And her sight had never
seemed any better or worse than other people's.

Evan drew closer. "How the hell did that happen?"

"Contaminated starter tissue, the doctors said. No time to grow them over."

"The doctors?"

"The doctors. John Shroud, Valentin Parini, and Eamon DeVries." They had worked
out of the Service hospital in Rauta Sheraa. They had rebuilt her after the crash, gave
her strange eyes and numb limbs,
and remained together after the war to form Neoclona. Now, they controlled all the
hospitals in the Commonwealth that were worth a damn. Jani tilted her head back
and counted out the drops of film. One... four, five. She held her lids open for ten