"Would you like to hear some music?" Her voice was normal again, soothing.
That would be nice. As long as it's relaxing. Something by Debussy, or Beethoven, maybe. And please, Karen, accept my apologies for mouthing off like that.
She laughed, softly. "We seem to be forgetting. You're supposed to be the patient. Will you settle for Gershwin while I go hunt up some classical stuff?"
Gladly, sweetheart. Play it softly, huh?
Karen.
"Yes, George."
You know more than I do what it's best for a patient to learn. Can you tell me all about the setup here?
"Just what is it you want to know?"
My body—I mean my new body. How do they build a human body?