She stepped out into a sweltering beach cabana. The sun shone down through a transparent roof with geometric holes organized into structured patterns, tingling pleasantly on her bare skin. She felt something move on her eyes, and thought she might be closing them against the light—but all that had happened was that the glare faded, and everything seemed more manageable. She reached up to confirm. I’ve got two sets of eyelids. These bodies really were engineered.