The first phase was bearable. Hyper-dense muscles, lungs that processed perfluorocarbon emulsion. Rick could hold his breath for twenty-three minutes. He and Abi still made love, though he had to be careful—his grip could snap her wrist.
Rick closed his new eyes. Inside, the math and the mission and the hundred silent voices of his augmented genome chanted Titan, Titan, Titan . But somewhere deeper—in a fold of his brain the scalpel had missed—a man named Rick Janssen held his son’s hand and watched a rocket rise without him. the.titan.2018
“You’ll be a god among microbes,” Frey said. “Humanity’s first post-human.” The first phase was bearable
Then it continues. Because the mission is all that remains. the.titan.2018