In Tom’s view losing a hand completely was preferable to replacing it with such an obviously mechanical substitute. Not exactly the current opinion in some circles—circles in which, it appeared, Olivetti ran. It wasn’t wise to have the commander of your support drones believing that you thought him some kind of perverted freak, even if you did. Tom wasn’t as sure as he once had been that cyberreplacement was a perversion—there were medical necessities, after all—but he still wasn’t comfortable around people who’d had it done voluntarily. He suspected that Olivetti’s enhancements weren’t medically necessary, but he gave the man the benefit of the doubt.