He's a mess, charred in a few places, the blue light that normally glows from his eye slits and other various spots on his plastanium shell dead and dark. Didi observes with quiet calm, far more sedate than she expected to be standing here in her new lab with the gunslinger finally back in her presence.

Any kind of argument Solomon thought to present to her over the old soldier's return died in that instant of her command. She watched her grandfather's rebellion end in a flare ...