Dr. Rostov stood there a moment, taking in the feeling of it all. It wasn't just his new body below his neck, no, it was all the things that allowed him to achieve this moment. The fight for funding, both legitimate and provided by other means. The research, the trials, both the ones seen in his research papers and the ones that no one but a few select few knew of. The perfection of this technology, and the ability to get the person back up and functional in a short period of time.

All of it for this moment in time, so he could have this. So he could stand here and have a body such as this below his neck, wearing these clothes, feeling this way. He had no delusions about himself as a person but he didn't care. He finally got what he wanted. That was all that mattered.