The Silent War

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To the memory of Stephen Jay Gould, scientist, writer, baseball fan, and an inspiration to all thinking people.

“I was a soldier,” he said. “Now I am a priest. You may call me Dorn.”

Elverda Apacheta could not help staring at him. She had seen cyborgs before, but this… person seemed more machine than man. She felt a chill ripple of contempt along her veins. How could a human being allow his body to be disfigured so?

He was not tall; Elverda herself stood several centimeters taller than he. His shoulders were quite broad, though; his torso thick and solid. The left side of his face was engraved metal, as was the entire top of his head: like a skullcap made of finest etched steel.

Dorn’s left hand was prosthetic. He made no attempt to disguise it. Beneath the rough fabric of his shabby tunic and threadbare trousers, how much more of him was metal and electrical machinery? Tattered though his clothing was, his calf-length boots were polished to a high gloss.

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