The Eye of the Beholder
“Will it hurt?”
He looked down at her bloated, misshapen body, lying naked on the operating table. In his mind, he planned the surgery and his new, glorious creation came into view.
Cut away disgusting fat.
Replace sallow skin with sparkling chrome.
Graft incorruptible titanium onto weak, brittle bone.
Shave hideous, stringy hair.
Swap out dull, corpulent eyes for powerful, far-seeing ones.
He saw her rise out the blasphemy of flesh, with the purr of servomotors and the sensual hiss of intake valves.
She swallowed, then nodded. “But you’ll make me beautiful?”
“More beautiful than you could ever imagine.”