They let me watch the printer as it laid down the matrix that would eventually become the bones of my new hand. It was so much like the printer in my own workshop except this one printed living human tissue. My tissue.
My jaw hurt where they had removed my wisdom teeth to make the stem cells. It would take two months to grow the cloned hand. I would have that long to relive my time with Lumi, to replay the recorded data of sensation from my clever artificial hand.
She left without saying goodbye. She unfriended me and locked me out of her online existence. She didn't answer my phone calls or my e-mails. All I had left was the ghost touch of her, the digital echo of the warmth and softness of her skin. I play it back constantly, obsessively, through the cable to my wrist socket as I try to sleep at night. I will give up even that to finally be whole.
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Less Of Her
Short StoryClaudia is a shut-in, a nerd. She creates custom cybernetic limbs, unique works of art. Lumi is everything Claudia is not, exotic, exciting, outgoing. Claudia comes to realise they both have their secrets. Secrets that will tear them apart.
