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Perfection?/Perfect
 Chaos.
 
  The
 steel
 door
 slid
 closed
 behind
 Jian
 with
 a
 quiet
 susurration,
 sealing
 the
 room
 with
 a
 series
 of
  soft
 mechanical
 clicks.
 The
 hideous
 moans
 of
 the
 Misbegotten
 that
 perpetually
 polluted
 the
 air
  faded.
 He
 was
 swallowed
 by
 sanctified
 silence.
 
  Even
 as
 his
 eyes
 struggled
 to
 adjust
 to
 the
 white
 sterility
 of
 the
 surgical
 floor,
 Jian
 felt
 the
 tension
  seep
 from
 his
 body.
 He
 was
 home.
 
  He
 waited
 as
 he
 had
 at
 every
 appointment,
 month
 after
 month,
 year
 after
 year.
 Repetition
 had
  dulled
 him
 to
 the
 monstrosity
 of
 what
 he
 was
 about
 to
 do.
 He
 could
 not
 live
 without
 a
 Body
  Surgeon,
 he
 reasoned.
 But
 the
 reasoning
 had
 become
 a
 mantra,
 an
 ever-­‐crumbling
 self-­‐delusion.
 
 
  Mirrors
 lined
 the
 walls.
 Jian’s
 gaze
 was
 consumed
 by
 a
 form
 warped
 beyond
 recognition,
 modified
  in
 the
 unholy
 quest
 for
 perfection,
 that
 enigmatic
 ideal
 of
 consummate
 selfishness.
 
  He
 was
 terrible
 to
 behold,
 yet
 he
 had
 fallen
 in
 lust
 with
 the
 customization
 of
 self,
 
  the
 seduction
 of
 the
 scalpel,
 
  the
 syringe,
 
  the
 upgrades.
 
  He
 must
 be
 perfect.
 
  A
 receptionist
 appeared,
 twisted
 and
 untouchable
 in
 its
 haute
 couture
 body.
 A
 fellow
 addict.
 Jian
  did
 not
 even
 acknowledge
 this
 walking
 exploitation
 of
 technology,
 this
 androgynous
 specimen
 of
  the
 last
 phase
 of
 humanity.
 
 
  Was
 it
 human?
 Was
 he?
 
  It
 gestured
 at
 Jian,
 all
 the
 while
 evaluating
 his
 proportions:
 torso
 to
 legs,
 shoulder
 to
 hips.
 Jian
  followed
 it
 deep
 into
 the
 bowels
 of
 the
 building,
 his
 insatiable
 desire
 for
 modification
 quickening
  the
 blood-­‐substitute
 in
 his
 veins.
 The
 maze
 of
 mirrors
 devoured
 them,
 its
 endless
 corridors
  populated
 only
 by
 the
 unnatural
 perfection
 of
 once-­‐were-­‐humans.
 Their
 eyes
 burned
 with
 a
 shared
  aesthetic
 fervour,
 their
 self-­‐obsessed
 gazes
 unwilling
 –
 unable
 –
 to
 acknowledge
 any
 image
 but
  their
 own.
 
 
  An
 odd
 colour
 caught
 Jian’s
 eye
 as
 he
 passed
 a
 door
 left
 ajar.
 Flesh?
 Could
 it
 be?
 This
 was
 a
 hospital
  –
 no
 place
 for
 a
 Natural.
 Pausing,
 he
 peered
 into
 the
 room,
 curious
 to
 see
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