Clean, he felt very clean. Thank the person who invented pre war bathing equipment and let his children have survived the war.<br/><br/>Simon stepped out of the shower, lazily putting a bath robe over himself. He stared for a bit at the bathtub, and he felt it stared right back at him. He had no idea why something that was obviously supposed to fit two or more people was in a room built for one person, this was a pre-war social norm he hadn't, and probably will never, encounter.<br/><br/>He didn't study that shit anyway. He didn't even know how that thing -worked-. He was forced into a shower once at a NCR road station, and only through sheer luck did he escape the trial unscathed and with the knowledge to operate the thing.<br/><br/>Never again ...<br/><br/>Not bothering to tie the robe up, he went back to work trying to make heads and tails of the scribble that composed the sheets of supposedly complex trans-humanist surgery.<br/><br/><i>Alright. You got this Simon. You were literally born for this moment. This one moment where everything you had made of your life would be tested in an instant and completely. You will enter a boy and leave a man. You will-</i><br/><br/>For fuck's sake it wasn't getting any easier to understand.<br/><br/>Giving a brief but perhaps loud holler, he leaned back in his chair, tilting his head.<br/><br/>And noticing that whoever had drawn the schematics, had done them sideways.<br/><br/>No, not all of it. Not the frame, not the outlines of the human body and tissues. No, just the mechanics. If everything was tilted sideways ... it made sense.<br/><br/>He had no mouth but he had to scream.<br/><br/>Wait, he had one of those.<br/><br/>"Ffffffffff- Right, calm down Simon. This wasn't the first time you had to deal with someone else's bullshit."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>