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The following day, as I watched on in

horror, Vesalius’s basement became filled

with young adults, who I now know were his

students. They all looked on in excitement,

clutching parchment and pens, as Vesalius

rolled out a cart with terrifying tools laid

about on top. Immediately, his procedure

began-- my beautiful, naked body was get-

ting sliced open for the greater good of sci-

ence. This dissection lasted for hours, with

Vesaalius working against the clock. The

midday sun beat into the basement, which

warmed from the night before. It was getting

a little stuffy, an unpleasant smell rising. I’m

sure that it was just all of the people, though.

The dissection tools used to ruin my face.