“Let me look at your diagnostics,” she said. She saw the flash of amusement on his face at her terminology. “Your vital signs, I mean.”
He consented, granting her access to the medical flecks that monitored his body"s health. He was correct: what he was feeling wasn"t some d**g-induced euphoria; his tissues had been repaired. Not only had localised damage or trauma been healed, some of the debilitating effects of age had also been reversed: his blood oxygen volume was elevated, his muscle-tone had improved by a few percentage points.
She said, “The question is, how far is this process going to go? If we wait long enough, will we revert to childhood, become embryos then vanish?”
Ondo, inevitably, had a theory. “I suspect our bodily structures are being repaired to their optimum levels
