The look of the studio belied its warmth. Stark white walls stretched behind the bright lights set up, reminding Illanova of the tundra under sun.
The warmth didn’t bother her, as the cold wouldn’t have bothered her if it had been the opposite. She was built to handle extreme temperatures.
“Alright, Ms. Cynex, if you could just move into position we can begin….”
Illanova moved forward, towards the X marked out in thick black tape on the white floor. She was acutely aware of each movement her body made; synthetic muscles stretching against her titanium-alloy skeleton. A blood composite flowed through her veins and her heart beat with perfect precision.
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