Legerdemain. Legerdemain!

 

Blues for a cyborg. A cyborg's utter blues. The utter blues of the machine

 

Seems like killin' folks the only thing I've ever been any good at.

 

That's not true, you're a hell of a bass player.

 

Yeah, thanks to firmware.

 

Well, that's doesn't matter. You practice enough.

 

It's all an act. I require no practice.

 

Legerdemain!

 

Nipwilliger's experience with cyborgs was—at least as far as he knew—limited. He'd heard and read of cyborgs but Legerdemain was the first person who'd ever come along advertised as such.

 

Can cyborgs get drunk? He had to assess now that indeed they could, because after a certain point in the drinking there by the fire the cyborg had gotten loud, real loud, and mean, real mean, and here now he'd passed out in the bush after stumbling off for an alleged piss. Or is this another act? What to say about a cyborg's motives?