The crowd around us suddenly parted and hushed and I saw ACS personnel in their by-now familiar tan uniforms and serape capes striding toward us. They were mean-looking fraggers, cybered to the max with obvious cyberlimbs complete with weapon gyromounts, hard-mounted and smartlinked submachine guns, dermal plating grafted to their skulls, dermal sheathing colorized in a camouflage pattern, eyes that looked like chrome-ringed trideo camera lenses, and medical pumps mounted over veins in their necks that probably held combat drugs. They moved with a jerky, menacing gait and looked as if they were more machine than meat. I wondered if they were the "cyberzombies" we’d heard rumors about when I was back with the Star.