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operations. The military made them better. Or, as the military initially spun it to the media, enhanced their abilities. Cyborgs were created to be smarter, stronger, and all around more interesting.
    Speaking of more interesting, the commotion on board their disguised ship rose a few levels as they entered Earth’s orbit. They were about to find out if their contact from the surface rebel forces was a true ally or not.
    Aramus, commander of the spaceship, had followed instructions to the tee. By masking their true ship name, the SSBiteMe, became something more mundane, Star Dancer Shuttle Service . Even though blinded, Avion could practically picture Aramus’ grimace whenever someone said the name. He even had a logo: Your shuttle to the stars.
    The grinding of Aramus’ teeth was especially amusing when Seth told him he should change it to the Shuttle of Love and make it into a honeymoon ship. Good thing Aramus’ human lover was on hand to stop the irritable cyborg from starting a brawl. Their fragile, on-board equipment couldn’t handle a few tons of angry male flesh rollicking around.
    Making his way to the command center, slowly, the only pace he could manage nowadays, Avion eavesdropped on Seth, who had lost his habitual cool and good humor. A rarity, but then again, Seth wasn’t used to dealing with jealousy.
    “I still don’t see why we need to meet up with your ex-boyfriend. We could simply land and go about our task on our own.”
    Seth’s wife, Anastasia, sighed before saying, “And I’ve told you, numerous times at this point, despite your determination to wipe facts from your databanks, that Adam can get us in to classified places and give us access to information that won’t require us wasting time.”
    “Because he’s the overachieving head of the Earth-side cyborg resistance movement. I know. He’s Mr. Altruistic.”
    “Not really. He’s a murderous, cold, calculating cyborg.”
    “Not cool. I thought I was the most awesome murderous cyborg you know?” Seth didn’t have to pretend affront at the comparison. He was genuinely insulted.
    “Don’t be jealous. You didn’t let me finish. He, however, isn’t half as entertaining, and definitely not as sexy as you.”
    Avion didn’t need to hear Aramus’ disgusted, “Get a fucking room, you perverted sex droids,” to know they kissed.
    Easing his way along the back wall, Avion slid into an empty seat. He didn’t arrive unnoticed.
    “Hey, Avion,” Seth hailed. “You’re just in time to find out if we’re going to get blown into galactic chunks.”
    “Seth!”
    “What, dearest wife? I’m just saying it’s possible. I mean, you did, after all, dump this guy. How do we know he doesn’t harbor a grudge? After all, you are so freaking awesome, what male could possibly handle your loss?”
    Anastasia snorted. “You are such an idiot.”
    “I agree, but would both of you shut up before I get a blow torch and weld your lips fucking shut?” Aramus growled. “I’m trying to concentrate.”
    Avion smiled. Their BCI was more than capable of multitasking. Aramus grumbled for the sake of grumbling.
    How Avion would have liked to tap into the wireless network and watch the proceedings as their ship performed the various checks and handshakes that proved they had permission to enter Earth air space and land. Not happening. Avion was unable to do even the most simple of cyborg things. He missed the constant hum of noise in his mind as his BCI absorbed information from everything around him and the mind-to-mind conversations that made him feel part of something. While many might not appreciate the hive-mind comparison, Avion missed the ability to share thoughts with his brethren.
    “So far so good,” Aramus mumbled, probably for his benefit since everyone else could see and hear with their wireless senses. “Entering the Earth’s atmosphere in three, two, one.”
    Only the slightest of tremors vibrated the ship as they broke through the