Chapter 138

Aboard a vessel just outside of Earth's orbit. . .

Relying on his other senses sucked. Big time. Avion wasn't used to inactivity. Once upon a revolution, he'd been a combat pilot, a soldier, a cyborg meant for action.

Not any more.

Now he was a cyborg dying.

No one came right out and said it, but he knew. His brethren lied as they mouthed meaningless optimistic words of encouragement. They shouldn't have bothered. Avion knew better. His nanotechnology, what made all of his various parts run, were dead, and without them to keep things regulated, Avion was slowly fading too.

A man more prone to emotion might have despaired and taken his life.

But even though the chances of his recovery were slim-odds calculated at less than five percent-Avion hung on and hoped, probably one of the most human things he had left.