For every weapon there was a defense, but not against the deadliest weapon—man himself!
ressed the stud on his gauntlet again. He turned to Gerri.
"You're okay. I wish I could let you out. Old cybrain says I can't. Says if I drop the force-globe for a second, they'll fire into the room, and then we'll both be dead."
* * * * *
Gerri stood with folded arms and looked at him. "Do what you have to do. As far as I can see, you're the only person in this city that has even a little bit of right on his side."
Lane laughed. "Any of them purple-haired broads I know would be crazy scared. You're different."
"When my grandparents landed on Mars, they found out that selfishness was a luxury. Martians can't afford it."
Lane frowned with the effort of thinking. "You said I had a little right on my side. That's a good feeling. Nobody ever told me to feel that way about myself before. It'll be better to die knowing that."
"I know," she said.
The amplified voice from below said, "The police analogue computer is now hooked directly to the controls of the bla
The story concerns a Newyork Municipal soldier trained from age 7 as a weapon who has multiple implants that make him very dangerous to the Newyork city-state.
It's a bit lighthearted, rather than grimly serious, so don't expect Terminator 2, but it works as a satire.
Strange little story. Not bad at all, but perhaps one too many facets for such a small page count.
Interesting story. This guy had the best sci-fi concepts down early on in the game. This was printed in the late 50's. Great writer.