World Tower, 400th floor.
Inside a uniquely designed room resembling a mad bioengineer's laboratory, a bald middle-aged man in a heavy protective suit stepped back from the operating table and said muffled through his mask, "All right. Get up and see whether you can adapt to your new body."
On the operating table, a curvaceous female body slowly sat up, then got down.
The instant her feet touched the ground, they melted a huge hole through the floor. Only after sinking 1.5 centimeters into the ground and stepping onto some specially made glass did the corrosion barely stop.
The bald middle-aged man slapped his forehead in annoyance. "I forgot to make you a pair of insulating boots. Wait a moment."
As he fiddled with the tools on the workbench beside him, he continued, "The derivatives of this lethal metal are far too destructive. Even if they're forcibly grafted onto a human body, they can't properly fuse. Not only will you be unable to leave liquid nitrogen for the rest of your life, you'll also have to endure the agony of intense corrosion every second..."
After several operations on the machine, a pair of crystal-clear high heels soon detached from the mold and was transferred by mechanical arms to the female body's feet.
Watching her lift her smooth, pale feet and gently slip them into the heels, the bald middle-aged man sighed. "Why put yourself through this?"
The woman slowly put on a specially made transparent skintight isolation suit, then gradually pulled on an ordinary coat. Her movements were light and slow, as though she were enduring immense pain.
Yet her expression remained calm and indifferent, without the slightest sign of anything amiss.
Once she was fully dressed, she slightly opened her mouth and exhaled a puff of white vapor. She