Alex started to jerk his head back before he remembered Dr. Norton was on his side. "No, I feel okay. It's just driving me real crazy to see that crap all the time is what I'm saying."

He let the man do his job, touching his cheek, holding still. The man had the long spidery fingers he's seen on people like surgeons and pianists, and none of the scars or knobby knuckles of the cops with broken fingers he's seen back home.

"So are you a Tribute or they pull you in for cyborg duty?" Alex has to know.