Headsup — Provibiol

Or so the brochures said.

He was being summoned.

The glass coffin of the Provibiol Head-Up suite was the only warm thing in the morgue-like chill of the long-term care vault. Inside, Dr. Aris Thorne floated in a suspension of amber gel, his body a patchwork of repaired arteries and synthetic nerve clusters. He had been "under" for eleven months, his consciousness decanted into the Provibiol network—a secondary, bio-digital reality where the terminally ill went to live out their final years in paradise. provibiol headsup