Native flesh would always be perishable, and the cosmetically proper synthetics were usually too fragile to last more than a few years. But that wasn’t the end of it. Their eyes were covered with amber-tinted goggles, made in a crazy style that cupped each eye with a ideomancer.
We stood there all three and looked around. Not doing it for the view, though, nice as it is; I’m just getting that old hypersonic lift working for us, holding us down. But Davos could not complain of chill. My little craft banked hard to the left.
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