Suddenly she was aware. In a room, lying on a futon, in a real body as her mesh implant came online. The basic overlay and minimal feeds. It was just enough to give her the bearings on the room, temp, time and other minor details. There was a subtle scent that filled the room, expensive perfume cultivated on Mars for a rare few.<br/><br/>"You are online I see. Marilyn, feed Ichi the basic contact list." A sultry voice said as Ichi felt her body unlock and respond to her direction as the last machinery that had prepared her for this bioform slid into the wall and floor around her. The room might have looked like a simple reflection of her simulspace construct but was clearly an extensive diagnostic suite.  A request for data transferred as the woman's muse pinged hers as it came online.