"I can show you what he really is. How much of him is really human. Shall I?"
Iscom didn't even have time to swear before the man brought a small shock device down on the sergeant's head.
For a split second he could see the current jump off the shock stick and onto the band before it dissipated into Badri's head. The sergeant screamed, a noise full of pain that seemed beyond words. Iscom felt frozen for what must have been no more than five seconds, yet an entire life. He had only just started to thaw, reaching for his holstered blaster, when the sergeant stood up. His gut feeling was that something was wrong, there was no way Badri could be moving if any sort of electric shock had gone straight into his head, oh shit, the current had gone straight into his head. There was no telling what a mess that would make of his biocomputers, but he should not be able to move.
Iscom probably should have been paying more attention to what was happening, rather than what should have been happening, because something was very, very wrong.
And when Badri attacked him, that only confirmed his suspicions.
Iscom had the barest flash of white and red, pain and horror, and unsettling wrongness, before things went black.
…Well, damn.
And then…
Oh. White. That explains it. Damn, I hope Brash and Yuo figure it out.
And finally…
It really is more of a dark gray, isn't it?
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AN: The story continues in The Measure of Machines.