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Symphony - Part 2
By Rachel Saunders
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"I think that just about does it."
"Ouch."
The nurse gave me an impish grin as she finished readjusting the padding.
"Welcome to the wonderful world of women's reproductive health, Miss
Cole."
I felt myself groaning inside. "So when am I going to see my new plumbing
then?"
She rolled her eyes. I had only been awake for two days, and already I was
itching to get on and see the doctor's handiwork.
"Jenna, the doctor has already told you that it will take another week
before the implants and grafts are ready to be tested. The padding should
probably come off at the end of the week, but it will look swollen and
bruised for three or four weeks."
Oh great. Not that she was telling me anything new. The fact that my
'funeral' was being broadcast on the lunchtime news made me feel
melancholy, and pestering the nurses helped lighten the mood a little.
"You have been through a lot of trauma in the last month, and you really
need to rest. It'll probably take you a good two months to recover, and
another two or three to get your strength back."
Her tone was very school marm, but friendly. At least she didn't wag her
finger at me.
"Okay, okay I understand. I'll just be glad when all this packaging is
removed."
My higher pitch voice and new intonation patterns still felt alien, but
were growing on me. The cybernetic voice box that had replaced my natural
one apparently enabled me to mimic any female voice, but that would come
with practice.
"Right, I am going to get this blood to the lab and I'll be back later on
to check up on you. Here's your laptop, and if you need anything just
press the buzzer."
I tried to smile through the padding on my face, but only succeeded in
making a scary face. She laughed and walked off.
It still amazed me every time I used both my arms and hands. The surgeons
had removed both arms at my shoulder sockets and replaced them with bionic
and cybernetic augments. They ached at my shoulders, and I had to be
careful not to bang them as my body was getting used to the neural inputs,
but they were still a modern miracle to me.
"I see you are still getting used to them."
Lydia's voice floated in from the door.
"Yes. The amount of sensory information is incredible. Every touch seems
to bring a wealth of information, and I can feel textures beneath my
fingers I never realised were there before."
She smiled. "The bionics are incredible, and with the cybernetics it will
allow you to experience the world in ways that very few have been able
to."
Lydia came over to my bed and sat down in the chair next to me.
"I don't know if I told you, but about two years ago I had my eyes
replaced after an explosion damaged my retina. It was the reason why I
joined the agency, because my government had developed some of the
technology that the American's needed to complete their work."
I looked into her eyes. Her blue eyes were pools of water that you just
wanted to dive in and swim around. If you knew what to look for you could
see the micro adjusters adjusting her vision, but to the lay person they
looked normal.
"So were you part of the Israeli military?"
Her smile waned. "No. I was an ambulance technician working near the Gaza
border. One afternoon the Palestinians dropped several mortars on a
village and my crew were called out. The scene was one of carnage when we
arrived, as one of the bombs had hit a house.
She reached over and took a sip of water from my glass. Her hand was
shaking.
"We managed to rescue the mother and one of her children, but when I went
in to get the youngest children another mortar hit. I managed to protect
one then, but the explosion caught me full in the face and blew apart the
other one."
Tears ran down her face.
"When I awoke I was screaming from the physical and mental torment I was
in. It took me months to recover mentally, but physically I was blind and
my face was badly scarred. It was at this point I was approached to join
the agency, and after reconstructive surgery I was trained as a handler.
You are my first assignment."
She wiped away the flowing tears, and I reached out to pass her a tissue
from my bedside table.
"Thanks. It's been a long road, and it is only now that I am comfortable
talking about it. The girl I saved sent me a very touching thank you card,
and I now count every day as special."
I sat up, and reached over to hug her. The constrictions of the bandages
on my chest made it hard, but we embraced for a long time as she continued
to cry. Her sobs were soft and gentle, and the new hormones in my system
made me feel some of her pain.
Finally we parted and she flicked her hair from her face, and then finally
smiled.
"I trust you fully Jenna, and if we are to work as a team I need you to
trust me fully. If you ever need to talk about your situation please just
ask. We need to be 100% honest with each other, as the missions you will
be sent on will test you to limit."
I nodded empathically, and with one final hug she got up to leave.
"By the way, the doctor says you should be able to begin your
physiotherapy either tomorrow or Friday."
I smiled, and then she left me to my web surfing.
* * *
It wasn't until the Saturday that I was able to begin the physiotherapy
with my new legs. After all the padding and other fluff had been removed
for around my new genitals I suddenly felt a lot less constrained. I was
also raring to actually get up and move around.
"Miss Cole you must bare in mind that your body has been inactive for the
best part of five weeks since the explosion. You will want to take it easy
for a few days."
The doctor was kind but firm. He made sure I was always escorted, either
by a nurse or Lydia, whenever I got out of bed. The first trip I made was
to the bathroom. As my face and chest were still wrapped in gauze I didn't
really get a chance to see my torso or new features, but the sight and
feelings with in my new vagina were more than enough to keep me engrossed
for 10 minutes.
"Don't forget to wipe front to back when you urinate, and please ensure
that you wear a pad to mop up any excess bleeding," the nurse intoned to
me, repeating yet more of the instructions the doctor had given me.
The sensation of having to sit down to relieve myself felt all wrong, and
the gush of urine was hard to control at first. It took me a few days to
get the hang of it, but with the patience of the nurses I was finally
getting the hand of my now body.
Monday morning dawned grey and gloomy as rain clouds came in from the
coast. My mood seemed to reflect them, and I started feeling very sorry
for myself. Unfortunately Lydia wasn't having any of it, and she marched
me rather slowly to the physiotherapists to begin the more strenuous
development of my new bionic muscles.
"Jenna, you need to understand that your hormones are going to make you
have mood swings, and you will have to learn how to control them.
Unfortunately for you you don't have seven years of puberty to help you
develop, so I will have to show you various methods of coping."
Great. Now I had the hormonal and mental attributes of a pubescent teenage
girl. The implants seemed to have started then.
"You do realise that your system has been programmed to reflect an average
woman's cycle, which means that your body will go through hell every 28
days."
She grinned evilly at me as I started my exercises on the treadmill. My
track pants were fitted in all the right places, and it felt odd to have
my arse on display. The tight top helped support my new breasts as I
briskly walked.
"What other surprises have the team got in store for me?"
She just grinned as she turned up the speed slowly.
"Well you currently have an inactive womb implanted inside. The
cybernetics mean that it will not be rejected, so it will become active in
about 18 months to two years time as your body develops."
I looked very startled, and almost lost my footing.
"Holy shit! You mean I will be able to have babies?!?"
She laughed. "And the rest - you will be a fully fledged member of the
fairer sex. You will start to experience periods in about a year's time,
and your hormones will become even wilder than they are now."
This time she gave me a sadistic grin. "You are also correct in assuming
that you can become pregnant in due course, but that will hopefully be a
few years off."
We continued our banter as she paced me through the routines with the help
of the physiotherapist. The cardio-vascular routine was demanding, but not
too hard. The bionics seemed to have grafted without any problems, and by
the end of the sessions I felt able to push myself a little harder.
"I think that will be enough for today. Tomorrow the doctor is removing
the rest of your bandages, so I think you will be able to have a session
in the pool," the physiotherapist declared with no small amount of glee.
With that Lydia led me back to my room.
* * *
The next morning the senior doctor removed the rest of the bandages, and
this time the cybernetics had been able to aid the healing process to such
an extent that there was little or no bruising to either my chest or my
face. Dr Mason seemed please with the results.
"Wow!" Was all I could say as I touched the new me. The Colonel had been
spot on in his assessment; I was definitely attractive. Not a supermodel,
but definitely up there.
"I take it you are happy with our work then Miss Cole?"
Nodding enthusiastically I ran my hand over the rest of their handy work.
My breasts suited my frame, though they were small now as I had been told
the hormones would make them grow another cup size.
"You will have to be careful for the next couple of days as the neural
connectors in your face will need to adjust for the sensation of the
atmosphere, and you will also have to be trained in how to use the rest of
your implants effectively."
I looked at him curiously.
"Hasn't anyone explained to you what you have had implanted?"
I shook my head.
"Ah, right." He sat down in the chair next to my bed. "Your body is now
full of tiny nano machines which have repaired the damage to your body,
and will continue to repair any damage in the future. It took about a week
for them to grow accustomed to your body, but now you should find that any
future damage should be repaired within minutes."
My face must have registered my surprise.
"That is only a small part of their function. They also enable you to
change the colour of your eyes, your finger prints, and even the
pigmentation of your skin - though that is still a bit experimental at the
moment. All of this will come with training."
Gawping like a fish I tried to find the right words.
"There is also the small matter of your voice box, hearing, and sense of
touch. They have all been augmented, and hopefully you will find good uses
for them."
I blankly looked at him for about 15 seconds, and then quickly closed
mouth as I regained my composure.
"That sounds like a lot of work."
"About $40millon worth actually."
We both looked over to the door and in walked the imposing figure of
Colonel Douglas.
"Nice of you to drop by Hawk, our patient seems to be recovering as
quickly as we expected."
Douglas nodded and pulled up the other chair.
"Jenna, now that you have started to recuperate from the surgery I feel it
is time to tell you more about what we do, and what is in store for you.
Dr Mason has told you about your implants, and in time you will gain full
control over them."
At this point the doctor stood up to leave.
"I will be back tomorrow afternoon to do a final assessment. If you have
any problems please drop by my office."
I thanked him, and he left the room.
In the next hour the Colonel explained that as part of his remit he had
oversight over a new agency the joint chiefs were establishing. The
purpose of the agency was to provide accurate threat assessments of
various hostile targets, and then eliminate then at source before they
could become more of a problem. What made his organisation different was
that all the field agents were augmented with bionics and cybernetics.
They would be few in number, and hand selected with invitation only entry.
I asked questions about my role, and he assured me that I would not be put
in harm's way immediately. I would have field training, and when Lydia
deemed me ready I would then go out on the strenuous missions. It struck
me that I had swapped the relatively cushy life as a crew chief for a
James (or should that be Jamie?) Bond life style.
After he left I contemplated the life that was now ahead of me. It was
only now that all the emotions of the past few weeks came crashing down on
me like an avalanche, and I just sat there and sobbed. I cried for my dead
crew, all of whom I had worked with for over a year. I cried over the loss
of my family, and I also cried for the young woman whom I had been unable
to save.
In my grief I felt the weight of the future, knowing that I was now bound
to this agency, and I was nothing without them. Fitfully my weary mind
drifted off to sleep as the mid-morning sun crept into the room. The
warmth of the sunbeams merged with the familiar symphony that my dreams
had become.
To be continued...
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