You've awoken from cryosleep in a restful but clinical room, lights dim, Mozart playing softly. You don't know how long you've been asleep.
After a few minutes adjusting to being awake you sit up. Next to your cryopod is a robe draped over a chair. You put it on and as your body warms it, it adjusts to fit.
Under it are several page size plastic panels. You touch one and it displays Vogue magazine with this woman on the cover. With the onscreen controls you page through it briefly but it doesn't get any better. (Your own skin is just as you remember it.)
The door clicks. Someone's about to enter ...
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