'Sure, it's right over there Pistol,' Eddie said, leaning over the table to point at a dark stain on the floor.

Pete took a chug of his Sunrise, feeling the odd freezing warmth spread through his body, before making his way to where Eddie had pointed.

The stain was already faded, worn under the heals of the bar's many patrons. Like an optical illusion, it wasn't noticeable as a body until you knew what it was--then you couldn't stop seeing the outline, imagining the poor sod who had been at the receiving end of the X'handrian Inverter.

Pete knelt, eyes tracing the ghostly image, looking for anything that might explain how any of this tied together.

There wasn't much. Faint grey, humanoid shape, arms sprawled, legs close--caught by surprise. The stain was almost completely uniform except for darker forms of the once-internal organs. It was like something from an anatomy text book--heart, lungs, stomach, all the juicy bits. Only...they weren't in the right places.

'You said your stiff was a *human* spacer, Eddie?'

'Far as I could see Pistol.'

So, human on the outside...what on the inside?