Debrideur | Rapidgator

Mara laid the Rapidgator on the table. The device hummed, approving and hungry. Old technicians called it debridement by mercy; gangs called it a butcher's toy. For Mara, it was the only way she had a chance at making the graft integrate without shredding the few living cells left. She clipped a pair of gloves to her wrists, fingers steady. The lamp turned white and honest, revealing the fine threads of mold and the delicate filaments of nerve-like conduits.