"All right, Bart, today we'll let you look at yourself," Raynor Three
said.
Bart smiled under the muffling layers of bandage around his face. His
hands were bandaged, too, and he had not been permitted to look in a
mirror. But the transition had been surprisingly painless--or perhaps
his sense of well-being had been due to Raynor Three slipping him some
drug.
He'd been given injections of a chemical that would change the color of
his skin; there had been minor operations on his face, his hands, his
feet.
"Let's see you get up and walk around."