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there was nothing in my anatomy to that effect. In fact, if what Yggdrassil told me is true, I’ve experienced life as both a man and a woman several times.
    “Can I take it for a spin?”
    “You will find that the transfer is a little more permanent than that, but yes, we might as well begin migrating your conscience.” Her voice, as soothing and soft as it was, seemed to be gaining an edge. I could sense urgency in her words that wasn’t there before. “I should tell you that, once transferred, you will lose your direct link to me and to the memory core you’ve been accessing to gather information. I’ve prepared a data package containing all the information pertinent to your chosen vocation. Technical resources on Capek anatomy, communication and navigation protocols, engineering specs for all the more crucial and vital systems you might encounter in your travels. Once integrated into your mnemonic core, it will allow you to be as effective a rescue technician, field medical specialist, and crisis-management expert as I could build. I’ve also taken the liberty to include personal physiological details on as many known Capeks as I could. This information is stored in a protected cache and will only be available if it becomes absolutely necessary.”
    “Why would you do that?” For the first time since exiting the Nursery, I was genuinely uncomfortable with what was being done to me. Why feed me information if it was going to be artificially repressed? What right did anyone have to suppress parts of my mind?
    “Not all Capeks want every last part of their bodies known by a stranger. A holdover from their human experiences. It is my duty to protect that privacy.”
    I could tell there was more than that, but I couldn’t figure out what, nor did I have the tools to effectively question it. It was the first aspect of this new existence I did not like, but I was going to have to let it go.
    “Transfer complete.”
    At those words from my creator, my sensory equipment came online, and images coalesced in my mind.
    It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Partially because in a way I had never seen with such advanced eyes, but mostly as a result of the range of control I had over my senses. I must have spent a full minute standing absolutely still, shifting my ocular perception through the entire spectrum available to me. I immediately regretted not taking a more complex sensor array. After some time I settled on a spectral range only slightly larger than standard visual light.
    I don’t know why, but I had expected my vision to be pixelated; instead, the image was crystal clear. I was standing in what appeared to be an immense hangar of some kind. The gargantuan room had enormous doors at both ends. My “eyes” informed me that the door was 132 meters away, 91.44 meters high, and 30.48 meters tall. The full length of the chamber totaled 274.32 meters. As I slowly spun around, additional information about my surroundings intruded further on my vision, but never enough to obstruct it, hovering on the periphery. Context dictated presentation. Environmental data would hover as a series of graphs and numbers at the corner of my optics, while other types of information would appear as faded image pop-ups in my field of vision. Barely visible, easily available.
    I was amazed at how fluid and natural my movements felt. I had feared my first step would be clumsy and hesitant, but I found it assured and steady. I could feel a dozen subsystems labor to compensate for gravity, tilt, force, and everything required to optimize balance. Much like the information gathered by my eyes, the artificial vestibular and equilibrium in my body behaved independently but remained available to me should I require more control.
    I flexed my arms and my fingers. I craned my neck and tested the limits of each extremity’s movement. I passed my left hand over my smooth cranium, surprised that I had a sense of touch, that I could feel the