The machine whirred to life and began to slowly slide back and forth across the platform, depositing, with computerised exactness, the pale white goo.
Just thin lines at first, but then as more of it hardened in the cool air of the printing room, thicker slices of goo were placed, small struts of the same goo providing support. (It was such a fiddly job to remove those afterwards, but the laser machine helped.)
After a dozen minutes, the printing was completed, and the lights turned orange, hardening and fixing the body into shape, ready for transport and transference of soul.
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