What Is Your Skin Made Of?You find yourself an unstuck consciousness in a dark room, your attention floating between grimy fabrications of deconstructed biologies. All around you, strange machine assisted life drips and pulses and hums. Soon, the authorities arrive and begin questioning, demanding, threatening, interrogating. But you have no memory and no alibi and no throat with which to protest. Faced with the prospect of a state-sanctioned oblivion, you must play along as best you can, explore and understand how your strange body functions, and find the narrow path between submission and defiance that just might lead to your