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She took a breath, steadied her hands, and stepped forward. The pod’s lid lifted with a whisper, revealing a cocoon of translucent polymer. Inside, a slender figure lay prone, its head fitted with a lattice of nanowire filaments that pulsed in time with the ambient electromagnetic field.