“Lydia is a lucky girl, and a very pretty one too. The little marks on her face will be gone in a couple of months. If she continues her physical therapy, both her eyes will appear and move almost identically by the time school starts.”
Second Lieutenant Brett Johnson spoke easily - the words were mostly true. The ‘little marks’ were in fact a network of ugly red scars, but they would heal – the bacteria used to infect them had been treated quickly. Brett was the neurosurgeon who had hooked up her optic nerves to her artificial eye.
“Thank you doctor. I really appreciate the wonderful job you did.”
Brett kept his face solemn with an effort. He remembered the grey haired grandmother’s dismay at the youth of the surgeon who would be operating on her new ward. The Unificationists had attacked a rural town hundreds of miles from anything of military value – or any major hospital. It had been faster to send a Space Force emergency landing shuttle from Brett’s ship the Defender than try and divert resources from elsewhere on the planet Roundhouse.
Brett shook the woman's hand. "This is state of the art technology, Ma'am. Electromagnetic focusing, gps positioning, superior night vision, laser targeting, and it's a perfect match for--"
"Uh, laser targeting, doctor?"
"Yes ma'am. Lydia could take out a whole platoon in the, heh, blink of an eye."
"By the way, does Lydia have a boyfriend?"
"Better tell him he doesn't want to make her cry. This thing has a hair trigger; don't want any accidents."
Brett grinned at Lydia and winked. Lydia winked back. The lights went out.
Opening: David Weisman.....Continuation: ril