Chapter 1
The young woman's skin was pale as milk. Curls of red hair danced about her face when she moved her head. The sign on her lab coat said Starship Comfort, the hospital ship in the fleet.
Aidin stared, one hand on the bar, standing in the glare of the screen that displayed her larger-than-life. All around him, his fellow soldiers laughed and drank and talked, but their voices faded as he concentrated on the newscast.
"You are aware that your work causes controversy amongst certain groups on Earth?" This was an interviewer, out of view of the camera.
The young woman tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with a delicate hand. "I am aware of that, but the construct soldiers are fine-tuned to our requirements, and have different abilities. They like what they're doing. They are pe
