The cure

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best The Voice smiled and nodded. It was as she thought. Close your eyes Isla Lockwood. She instructed, and as Isla did so, instead of the blackish red veil that normally comes with closed lids, Isla would instead find herself in a pristine and white operating room. The setting was a construct, an illusion chosen specifically because it was one that Isla would understand. Before her she would see her own body laying prone on an operating table, with the Voice standing across from her. We shall begin. The Voice informed her with a smile and nod, though unlike in the cavern, the lips and head of the god did in fact move. Though this was an illusion, she was somehow more real here than back in the cavern. Rather than cutting Isla open as any other surgeon would have do, the Voice waved her hand above the woman's body and all of her organs appeared as three-dimensional representations above. We will start with the lungs. The Voice informed as the other organs lost their opacity leaving only the lungs in clear view. The primary purpose of human lungs is to oxygenate the blood and to remove carbon dioxide from the body. It is a very inelegant solution to this problem. Waving her hand, the lungs disappeared. Beneath the bed Isla would see a tray table slowly filling with blood. Her blood. The reanimation fluid I will add to your body does not require oxygenation and so the need for lungs is eliminated. The Voice continued to work, explaining to Isla what she was doing and how as she went. The medic's nervous system was overhauled, the optical cones in her eyes upgraded, two needle-like protrusions in her canine teeth that could be raised or lowered at will to assist with interfacing, an infusion of a lightweight but strong compound into her bones to sustain the new properties her body now had and a brand new heart which would push the fluid through her body. You are now bright, beautiful one, but you are still young. The Voice warned. A container of animation fluid appeared in the air and a beam of sunlight radiated towards it. After a moment it bubbled and began to smoke and finally burst into flame. A set back, but we are working on a solution. Until then, monitor yourself my child— And in Isla's mind she'd find the ability to introspect and take stock of her body was suddenly heightened to near perfect accuracy.