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Peter awoke to two anchors: an IV in his arm, and the excitement of a man he’d never met. “You did it, Peter!” Taesung bounced in place. “As of today, you are 100 percent alive, on plan, and ahead of schedule.” “Who are you?” Peter pushed down the sheets, hospital blue but with the alien smoothness of high-thread-count linen. “Where am I?” Taesung froze. “You don’t recognize me?” “No.” Machines cluttered the walls, surrounding Peter with obscure screens and silent blinking lights. Taesung glanced desperately at a doctor waiting in the background. The doctor’s expression stayed as clean and blank