These are your citizens. Lead them." How can I?" I swallowed hard, looking around at the blasted world. The coal beds stretched for miles, roaming wit... blackened skeletons, the victims of Molech who had been driven mad by eons of torment. The fresh women that had fled were seized by the twisted victims, pulled down and savaged by charred, bony fingers.Fear clutched me. The victims had been tormented for so long, they had forgotten their humanity. And we were surrounded by them.I had to be. Looking back on the flare up of enemy activity at that juncture, I can recognize it as a last ditch effort by desperate VC to regain some status in the conflict. They had been pummeled so badly the past few months, any meager victory would restore their broken spirits.Of course, they were doomed to failure. Outnumbered almost 30 to l in a confined area with no logistical support, they broke themselves on the Marine defensive line with total annihilation their only reward.When word started. Most of your body was destroyed by the explosion of that 500-pound bomb, and a lot of the rest was crushed by the falling rock. For practical purposes, the only thing that we could salvage was your head and the brain inside it. The rest of you was completely destroyed.We propose to give you a new body, what you would call a cybernetic organism, or a cyborg, to replace what you have lost. We would graft the new body to your head. Nobody, without an X-ray or similar gadget would ever detect the. Luckily, her feet knew the way and stopped when they reached the car park.“Did we park on five or six?” she asked the moon. “It was five, wasn’t it? I’m sure it was five.”She climbed the stairs and stumbled out onto the fifth level. Through her drunken haze, she searched for Jack’s car. The car park was cold, damp and dimly lit. Several of the fluorescent strip-lights overhead were smashed. It reminded Carol of a set from one of the slasher movies she’d watched in her youth. She half-expected a.