Dozens of Perfectly Posed Corpses
The most informative part of the various plasticinated body exhibits are the individual organs. Here's a healthy set of lungs, here's one from a smoker. Here's a heart, here's an enlarged heart. Here's an artificial hip, still in the socket.

Dozens of Perfectly Posed Corpses

Joaquin brushed a speck of lint off a corpse wearing a surgical mask but not skin. Joaquin was about to unveil his 97 perfectly posed bodies to the museum-going public. They had all been through the plasticination process, encasing fresh corpses with near-invisible coats of resin. The bodies were skinned to show the musculature, rib cages sometimes split open to reveal internal organs. There were the usual protesters about this – the bodies were allegedly political prisoners sold by the Chinese government – but Joaquin had Chinese documentation that the bodies were all willing donors. Joaquin didn’t care about their origins, anyway, he cared about their presentation. He looked in pride at the marbled fat of the obese body, the red bulges of the weightlifter body, the mid-cartwheel freeze of the – where did the gymnast go? Who took his gymnast? Joaquin got his answer when a pair of skinned legs wrapped around his neck. The dead gymnast, ahnging from the rafters, lifted Joaquin off the ground. Joaquin clutched in vain at plastic-coated legs. The weightlifter came to life now, grabbed Joaquin with huge skinless hands, and pinned him on the ground. The others were stirring now, all of them. The doctor body walked into view, holding his prop scalpel. The doctor said something before slicing off Joaquin’s face, but Joaquin didn’t speak Chinese.