Butler- Kevlar Healing

  Captain Short was almost afraid to look at whatever lay in the pod. Grotesque images crowded her imagination. What kind of misshapen mutant human had they created? The first thing she noticed was Butler’s chest. The bullet hole itself had completely disappeared, but the skin had darkened, with a red line amid the black. It looked like a capital I.

  “Kevlar,” explained Foaly. “Some of it must have replicated. Not enough to kill him, thankfully, but enough to slow down his breathing. Butler won’t be running any marathons with those fibers clinging to his ribs.”

  “What’s the red line?”

  “At a guess, I’d say dye. There must have been writing on the original bulletproof jacket.”

  Holly glanced around the surgery. Butler’s vest lay discarded in a corner. The letters FBI were printed in red across the chest. There was a small hole in the center of the I.

  “Ah, well,” said the centaur. “It’s a small price to pay for his life. He can pretend it’s a tattoo. They’re very popular among Mud Men these days.”
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  As soon as Artemis looked inside the pod, it became immediately apparent what that problem was. The newly grown hair was heavily streaked with gray. Butler had gone into the cryo chamber forty years of age. The man before him now was at least fifty. Possibly older. In the space of three hours, Butler had grown old.
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  “I can’t be sure,” the centaur replied. “But I’m guessing that Holly’s magic wasn’t enough. Some of Butler’s own life force was needed for the healing. About fifteen years’ worth, by the looks of it.”

-The Eternity Code, Chapter 3