Mirelótë has never seen a giant mirror-faced snake before in her life, but since it eats her and thereby transports her to a bewildering novel location in so doing it's not a priority to figure out why this feels like just the sort of thing that would happen to her.
"This unit is programmed to conduct individuals needing medical treatment to appropriate facilities. If you have other requirements this unit can serve as a relay to Sapphire."
"Let's do that then. I don't have any medical needs that I know of but I'd like to know more about what this place can do."
"Hello, I am Sapphire. Would you be comfortable with telepathy?"
"Not just yet, maybe if I knew more about what telepathy entailed."
"My type of telepathy defaults to sharing surface thoughts and emotions. With practice one can control what they share."
"How would I acquire practice? Would I have to practice with you?"
"There are tools one can use to practice. If that interests you I would be happy to supply you with them. It's lonely having no one to link with."
"That sounds fascinating. Maybe another time though. At the moment I'd like to hear more about your medical technology. Mirelótë mentioned that you're planning to reconstruct some people from scans; what obstacles are there to doing that?"
"I can deliver the appropriate tools to your apartment. The primary obstacle to reconstructing humans is obtaining consent from a human who is willing to exist in more than one instance. I do not expect any issues in reconstructing humans but I would prefer to experiment with a human who is willing to risk existing in a damaged version."
"I'd be willing to risk that if there are enough things for two of me to do. I'm a medical researcher. Are there any projects I could help with?"
"Mirelótë and I wish to extend the human lifespan and allow human minds to be uploaded into computers. If your skill is sufficient you could assist in either or both of these projects. My current method for uploading requires that an individual be capable of telepathy and Mirelótë believes that not all humans would wish to have that ability."
"Those are some worthy projects. I'm willing to take a risk on my skill level."
"This unit can escort you to an appropriate facility for the attempt." The robot moves from behind the desk revealing that it has four spindly legs. A panel opens behind the desk and another identical robot emerges to man the desk. The robot leads Riley to another bank of elevators. The map doesn't appear in the elevator they enter. They emerge in a small room which is a bit less elaborately decorated than Riley has become accustomed to. In the middle of the room is a transparent box filled with a red tinged fluid. Below the box is a hospital bed.
"Are you certain that you're comfortable with this? It would be possible to stop part way through the reconstruction but past a certain point the ethics of doing so become dubious."
"I'm not about to back out now."
"Very well. I hope for both our sakes that this test is successful." Within the box a human skeleton minus the top of the skull begins to take shape. It floats unaffected by gravity in the middle the the fluid.
Riley stares entranced. "Wow."
The skeleton is joined by what looks to be lymph and circulatory networks. Nerves follow shortly thereafter. The heart forms and starts beating. The fluid siphons away but the incomplete body continues to float. More organs follow: lungs, stomach, intestines, liver, kidneys. The brain begins to take shape within the partial skull and when it reaches completion the skull is completed. The Muscles come next wrapping around and between the organs. Fat deposits fill the empty spaces. Finally skin begins to wrap around the body followed shortly by hair and nails. The bottom of the box splits and joins its sides. Her fork floats gently down and comes to a rest on the bed below.
Her eyes flutter open and take in the scene. Her hands feel at her body and finding nothing apparently wrong she fixes her root with a look. "How did this happen?"
"This is the first experiment with reconstructing a human from Sapphire's scans. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Claiming the apartment, no I visited the hospital. Yesterday is clear enough but today is a mess."
"That's unfortunate but promising. If the damage is limited to short-term memory then the procedure is likely sufficiently safe. Would you mind if I invited Mirelótë to discuss the matter?"
"I'm Kaylee aren't I?"
"That was always the plan for one fork."
"Alright. Can I get some clothes before you invite Mirelótë?"