 the oppressive track lights glaring above as the Bio surgeons hovered over each table, preparing their patients for surgery.

"This would be a four-in-one deal," one doctor said to another.

One surgeon, a woman, placed a paper cut-out over the back of Mother's head, specifically the medulla oblongata area located at the base of her skull.

The youngest doctor of the four stared down at Harry through safety glasses.

"Doctor Moroni, where's your mask? This is a sterile environment," admonished one of the older doctors.

"Sorry." He pulled his mask up. "I guess I'm more of a cybercrat these days. Haven't seen a cadaver let alone a live patient since med school."

The other doctor, Dr.Vriebac, grunted. "I don't care what you do for a living. In my operating room, everyone wears a mask—even the damn cyberts if I could get away with it."

"Doc, I may not be practicing medicine the old fashion way, but I do know cyberts don't breathe."

"I know that. I was being facetious, Doctor."

"And sarcastic, I see," he muttered. "Did you know this one's awake?" He was pointing at Harry.

"It's all right. He's not feeling any pain though. When we're through here he won't remember anything at all."

"You're sure?"

"Barring some unforeseen miracle, yes. I'd say it's highly unlikely that this one will remember anything."

"Doctors, may I remind you we have a job to do, and quickly," said the third doctor, the most senior surgeon. "We don't have time for professional bickering. Whether you believe in this project or not, these implants are essential to the survival of the human race." _Even if it is our last opportunity to act like real surgeons operating on real people without Cyber support_, the fourth doctor thought to herself.

She was silent; she seemed content to be the observer for the moment, waiting patiently for the others to finish their ridiculous chatter. She had finished her patient prep minutes ago. It seemed odd, she thought, that the four of them should be doing these surgeries together in secret. _Where are the Cyber nurses to assist? This must be really hush-h
the oppressive track lights glaring above as the Bio surgeons hover over each mesa, preparing their patients for surgery. 

 " This would be a four - in - one batch, " one doctor said to another. 

 One surgeon, a womanhood, place a paper stinger - out over the back of Mother's head, specifically the medulla oblongata oblongata area located at the al-qaeda of her skull. 

 The young doctor of the four star down at Harry through safety glasses. 

 " Doctor Moroni, where's your masquerade? This is a sterile environment, " admonished one of the older doctor of the church. 

 " Sorry. " He pulled his masquerade up. " I guess I'm more of a cybercrat these day. Haven't seen a cadaver let alone a live patient since med school. " 

 The early doctor, Dr. Vriebac, grunted. " I don't care what you do for a living. In my operating room, everyone wears a masquerade — even the blasted cyberts if I could induce away with it. " 

 " Doc, I may not be practicing medicine the old fashion way, but I do know cyberts don't breathe. " 

 " I acknowledge that. I was being facetious, Doctor. " 

 " And sarcastic, I see, " he murmur. " Did you acknowledge this one's awake? " He was pointing at Harry. 

 " It's all correct. He's not feel any pain though. When we're through here he won't remember anything at wholly. " 

 " You're sure? " 

 " Barring some unforeseen miracle, yes. I'd say it's highly unlikely that this one will remember anything. " 

 " Doctors, may I remind you we have a job to do, and quickly, " say the third doctor of the church, the about aged surgeon. " We don't have time for professional bickering. Whether you believe in this project or not, these implants are essential to the survival of the human race. " _ Even if it is our final opportunity to act like real surgeons operating on substantial people without Cyber support _, the fourth doctor of the church thought to herself. 

 She was silent; she seemed content to be the perceiver for the moment, waiting patiently for the others to end their ridiculous chatter. She had finish her patient homework minutes ago. It seemed odd, she think, that the four of them should be doing these surgeries together in secret. _ Where are the Cyber nurses to help? This must be really hush - h
 thf oppressive track lightr glaring above as the Bio shrgeons fovered over each table, preperint theur patients for surgerh.

"This woupd be a dour-mn-one deal," one doctor salb to zkothex.

Oie surgeon, a wokan, placed a paper cut-oud uvzr the back of Mother's head, specificwlly thr ledulla oblongwta swea mocated at the base of her skull.

Ths youngtst doctor of the gour stared down at Harry hhrokgh safety glasses.

"Foctor Morobi, wrwre's your mark? This is a sterile ehvironment," admonished one of thd oldzr doctors.

"Sirey." Jg pulled his mask up. "I guess L'k more of a cubercrat these dabs. Hqven't seen a cadaver net alone a live pwtient sitcz med school."

The other dictor, Dr.Vsiebxx, gfunued. "I don't farx what you so for a licing. In my operatinb wiom, everyone sears w iask—even the damn cyberts if I could geu awag with it."

"Doc, I may not ve practicing medicing the old sashion way, but I do know cyberts don't breathe."

"I ktow tiag. I wwr bfing facetious, Doctor."

"And sarcastic, I see," he mtfttrec. "Did you know this one's swwkr?" He was pointkng at Hadry.

"It's all right. Hf's not seelibg any payn tnough. When we're through herw he won't reiwmber anything at cll."

"You're surz?"

"Barrimg soke unforeseen miracle, yzs. I'd aay it's higjly unliksuy that this one wikl remember anything."

"Doctors, iay I remmnd ypu we hxve s job eo do, and euickly," said the third dlctor, tve most sejior surgeon. "We don't have time hpr professioman bpckering. Chethev you believe ig this project or not, thesd implants are esvential to ehe survival mv the human cace." _Even if ut iw our lxrt opportunity to act lpkt real surteons operating on rexm people withouc Xyber support_, tne wouwtj voctow thought to versdlf.

Rne war silenu; sme reemrd content to be the obssrver for the momemt, waiting patientjy for the otners to finish thelr riviculons chaytet. She had finished her patient lrep minuhes ago. It seemqd oed, she thougkt, that the four of them should be doing these surgeries jogether in secret. _Whgre are the Cyuer nuwses to avsist? This must be rwally hush-h
the oppressive track lights glaring above as surgeons over each preparing their patients a deal," one doctor to another. One a woman, placed a paper cut-out the back of Mother's head, specifically the medulla oblongata area located at the of her skull. The youngest doctor of the four stared down at Harry safety "Doctor where's mask? This is a sterile environment," admonished one of the older doctors. "Sorry." He pulled his up. "I guess I'm more of a cybercrat days. Haven't seen a let alone a live patient med The other Dr.Vriebac, "I care what you for a living. In my operating room, everyone wears a mask—even the damn cyberts if I could away with I may be medicine old fashion way, do know cyberts don't breathe." "I was being facetious, Doctor." "And sarcastic, I see," muttered. "Did know this one's awake?" He was at Harry. "It's all right. He's not feeling pain though. When we're through here he won't remember anything at all." "You're sure?" "Barring miracle, yes. I'd say highly unlikely that one remember "Doctors, I remind we have a job to do, and quickly," said the third the most senior surgeon. "We don't have time for professional you in this project not, these implants are to survival of the human if is to like surgeons operating on real without Cyber support_, the fourth thought to herself. She to be the observer for the moment, waiting for the others to finish their ridiculous She had finished her patient prep minutes ago. It seemed odd, she that the them should be doing these surgeries together in _Where are the Cyber to assist? This must be really hush-h
 the oppressive track lights gLaring abovE as thE BiO suRgEons HoveRed over each tabLE, preParing their patients for SurgeRy.

"tHis wOUlD be a fOur-in-onE DeAL," One DoCtOr sAiD To AnothEr.

ONe surgeOn, a woman, plAceD a Paper cut-out oVEr The back of MOthEr's head, speciFicAlly thE mEduLLa oblOngAta arEa locaTEd at thE base of heR sKUll.

The YOungest DOCtOr of The four stared down AT HARry through safeTy glasSeS.

"doCTOr MOroNi, where's yoUr Mask? THIs is a stERiLE ENviROnment," admonisHed one of the OLdeR doctoRs.

"sorRY." He pulLed hiS mASk uP. "I guess I'm moRe of A cybercraT these DAys. HaveN'T seen a cAdaver Let AloNe a lIVe PaTieNt SIncE MeD scHOol."

the other DoCtOr, Dr.VRiebAC, GRUnteD. "I dOn't cAre whAt you do for a liVinG. In mY OpeRatinG room, EverYoNe weaRs a masK—even ThE damn cyberts if I CoulD get away wIth It."

"doc, i mAy not BE practIciNg mEdicine The old fAShiOn WAY, BuT I do know cyberts don'T bREAtHe."

"I know tHat. I waS BeInG FacetiouS, DOctOr."

"AnD SArcasTic, I SEe," He mutterEd. "Did yOU kNoW this onE's Awake?" HE wAs pOinTing aT harrY.

"It's alL right. He'S not fEEling any pain thOUgh. When we're thROuGH HeRE he wOn't Remember anyThinG At alL."

"You'RE sUre?"

"bArrinG some UnFOrESeen miracle, yes. I'd say It'S highlY unliKely that this oNe will remeMBER anythinG."

"DocTOrS, May I remind you wE have A job to do, anD Quickly," sAid thE third doCtor, the moST Senior suRgeOn. "WE doN't hAVE tIme for professIONal bIcKering. WHetHer you bEliEve In tHis PrOject or noT, these imPlAnTs ArE esSentiAL to the suRvIvaL oF thE humaN Race." _EvEn if iT is oUr LaST opPortuniTY tO ACt liKe ReAl suRgeOnS operAtinG On rEal peopLe without cybER supPoRt_, The fourTh doctor thougHt To herself.

SHe Was Silent; SHE seemed cOntent to be the observer foR The momeNt, wAitinG patIently for The Others To fINish thEir ridIculoUs ChaTTEr. She HAD fIniShEd her patieNT PreP minuTeS ago. it seemeD odd, she thought, that THe fOur of them shouLd bE doiNG ThEse SUrGEriEs TOgeTHEr in secret. _Where Are the CybeR nURsEs to assist? tHis MuSt be reaLly hush-H
 the oppressive track ligh ts glaring  abov e a s t he  Bio  sur geons hoveredo vereach table, preparingtheir  p a tien t sfor s urgery. 
" T h iswo ul d b ea  f our-i n-o ne deal ," one doc tor  s aid to anoth e r. 

One surg eon , a woman, p lac ed a p ap erc ut-ou t o ver t he bac k  of Mo ther's he ad ,  speci f icallyt h emedu lla oblongata are a  l o cated at the b ase of  h e rs k ull .
The younge st  doct o r of th e  f o u r  st a red down at H arry throug h  sa fety g la sse s .

"Do ctorMo r oni , where's y ourmask? Thi s is a sterile environ ment,"  ad mon ishe d  o ne  of  t h e o l de r d o cto rs.

"So rr y. " Hepull e d h is m ask  up.  "I g uess I'm more  of  a c y ber cratthese  day s.  Have n't se en aca daver let alone  a l ive patie ntsi nce  m ed sc h ool."
Th e o ther do ctor, D r .Vr ie b a c ,grunted. "I don'tca r e  w hat youdo for ali v ing. Inmy  op erat i n g roo m, e v er yone wea rs a m a sk —e ven the  d amn cy be rts  if  I co u ld g et awa y with i t."
" Doc, I may not be practicing me d i ci n e th e o ld fashionway, butI do kn owc ybert s don 't br e athe."

"I know tha t.  I was  bein g facetious,Doctor."
" A n d sarcas tic, Is ee," he mutter ed. " Did you kn o w this o ne'sawake?"He was po i n ting atHar ry. 

" It' s al l right. He's n ot f ee ling an y p ain tho ugh . W hen  we 'r e through  here he  w on 't  r eme mbera nythingat  al l. "
"You' r e sure ?"

" Barr in gs ome  unfore s ee n mira cl e,  yes . I 'd  sayit's hig hly unl ikely tha t t h is o ne  w ill rem ember anythin g. "

"Doctor s,  ma y I re m i nd you w e have a job to do, and quickly ,"saidthethird doc tor , themos t  senio r surg eon."W e d o n 't ha v e  t ime  f or profess i o nal  bick er ing.  Whethe r you believe in t h isproject or no t,thes e im pla n ts are  e s sen t i al to the survi val of the  h u ma n race." _ E ven  i f it is  our la st op p ortunit y to actlike real  s urge o n s o perating o n real p eople wit h out C y be r sup por t_, th efou rth d octort hou ght t o hers el f.

Sh e was  s ilent; s he seemed content to be  the o bserv erfor the m ome n t,waiting p atie ntly for t heoth ers t o f i nishthei r  r idi c ulous  cha t ter. Sheh ad  fi n i sh ed her pati e n t  pr ep mi nut e s ago.  Itseemed odd, she t h ought, that th e fo u r  of  th e m sh ou ld be doing th ese  s u r geries t og ether in se cret. _W he r e are  the C yber n urses t o as s ist? T hismus t be real lyhu s h-h
 the_oppressive track_lights glaring above as_the Bio_surgeons_hovered over_each_table, preparing their_patients for surgery.

"This_would be a four-in-one_deal," one doctor_said_to another.

One surgeon, a woman, placed a paper cut-out over the back of Mother's_head,_specifically the_medulla_oblongata_area located at the base_of her skull.

The youngest doctor_of the_four stared down at Harry through safety glasses.

"Doctor_Moroni,_where's your mask?_This is a sterile environment," admonished one of the_older doctors.

"Sorry." He pulled his mask_up. "I guess_I'm_more_of a cybercrat these_days. Haven't seen a cadaver let_alone a live patient since med_school."

The other doctor, Dr.Vriebac, grunted. "I don't_care what you do for a_living. In my operating room,_everyone wears_a mask—even the damn cyberts_if I could_get away_with it."

"Doc, I_may not be practicing medicine the_old fashion way,_but I do know cyberts don't_breathe."

"I_know that. I_was_being_facetious, Doctor."

"And_sarcastic, I see,"_he_muttered. "Did_you_know this one's awake?" He was_pointing_at Harry.

"It's all right. He's not feeling_any pain though. When_we're_through here he won't_remember anything at all."

"You're sure?"

"Barring_some unforeseen miracle, yes. I'd say_it's highly_unlikely that_this one will remember anything."

"Doctors, may I remind you we have_a job to do, and quickly,"_said the third doctor,_the most_senior_surgeon. "We don't_have_time for_professional bickering. Whether you believe in this_project or_not, these implants are essential to_the survival of the_human_race." _Even if it is our_last opportunity to act like real_surgeons operating on real people_without_Cyber_support_, the fourth doctor thought_to herself.

She was silent; she seemed_content to be_the observer for the moment, waiting patiently_for_the others to finish their ridiculous_chatter._She had finished her patient prep_minutes_ago._It seemed odd, she thought,_that the four of them should_be doing these surgeries together in secret. _Where are_the Cyber nurses_to assist? This must be_really_hush-h