THEY ASSURED MAGDA THE BANDages would come off tomorrow. Since they were going to be stuffing her body with enough plasmic explosives to vapourise a small city she had them do some cosmetic surgery, just for kicks -- Mickey Mouse ears and cute bunny arse and that sort of thing.
Mustafa always said I would be a stunner if only I had a tail.
She wondered if her little polyglot California coven of suicide bombers and artistes would receive her back into their arms, or shun her as a lipstick terrorist, an airhead anarchist, shrugging her off with "She only wants to blow herself up because it's cool."
They shrug off the fact that they, too, wanted to be Terminator, Robocop, Freddy, Doraemon, or whatever when they grew up. She was just playing out a fantasy, like the rest of them.
And Magda thought: I will be the most beautiful woman in the world.