Tomás ran through the barrio, hurdling knee-deep holes, his silicone heart pushing Miracure Plazzma™ through his retooled veins. Every Miracure muscle expanded and contracted effortlessly as he ran away from home.
At the public phone, he called his European agent. “I never should’ve come back,” he said. “I just wanted to play football and the Miracure man made me a star. But now I’m not even the same kid who left here two years ago.”
She promised a morning flight, saying, “It’s not your body that’s the problem.”
Easing the maintenance hypo into his arm, Tomás answered, “I know.”