Sally Turner’s mum had a boob job before she was born. She did it to improve her chances of getting television work. It worked. She got a job as a tabloid reporter for three years. Sally feels sorry for her mum now, living back then when it was all about looks and people mutilated their bodies for a touch of fame and a pay check. Things aren’t like that now. Sally’s glad. She goes in for her surgery next week. Cognitive enhancement. All those shifts down at the quickie were worth it. Imagine being able to afford Cerebral augmentation at twenty-one. Of course her dad was matching her dollar for dollar but still. Sally was going places.