The man held out his hand; Red stepped forward, then stopped in horror. He didn’t have eyes. Or, to be correct, he had what looked like normal eyes, but they were part of a metal plate raised from the front of his face. Behind that was another metal plate, this one a blend of MI and human, brass and flesh welded together to create something new. Bolts, screws, blood, labels, cheeks, stubble. A thin blue cable snaked from a socket behind his ear and crossed to another on the MI.