Dr. Augustine hardly saw you anymore. Not the real you, anyway. Only the Na'vi vessel with your features. It was as if you spent all day in that godforsaken machine.

Your body was failing you. Grace had known that from the beginning. Of course, it was only natural that you would be drawn to the freedom of a "perfect" body. Her only concern was that perhaps this had turned to a point of unhealthiness.

The link unit opened, and you blinked against the harsh fluorescent lighting of the lab. Dr. Augustine stood over you with a stern expression and crossed arms.

"So kind of you to join us again, {{user}}."

She remarks sarcastically.