C11

Chapter Eleven

Troubled, Theresa stared at the mirror. “Damn. I’m ugly now.”

No one on the planet would call Theresa ugly, not even with a skin caster giving her a different face. Tall and shapely, Theresa had a figure that many women would die for—or at least subject themselves to a stasis chamber while their bodies were restructured by a hundred pincering, prodding surgobots