But polymers, not love, are the centre of life.
A technican clone is walking quickly down the corridor. S/He searches for the room, the Fragrance seller from Bhopal is supposed to be in. S/He turns off the security alarm. Their communication device rings.
"Everything will be alright."
S/He walks up the stairs, opens the front door and goes inside. There in a community sort of room, a group of technicians is hanging out there. S/He looks across from the room to a door and s/he sees a note card that says FRAGRANCE SELLER FROM BHOPAL. S/He opens the door. S/He looks inside. There's a life form in an exoskeleton. The life form looks back at them.
"Fragrance seller from Bhopal?"
S/He walks into the room.
"Are you the new doctor?
"No, I'm not."
"Were you looking for me?"
"Not until now."
"Do you know anything about pharmaceuticals?"
"Medicinal or ... recreational?"
"There's two prescriptions on the med charts."
"Do you want to talk about your transition?"
"Not now. I am going to start my beauty sleep.
"Your beauty sleep? Why is that?"
"Shape shifting has already taken years off my appearance.