CyborgHis skin is cold as ice; his eyes, red as blood; his heart beats at a steady pace in his hollow shell. He lives in a run down church; his only company stray cats and pigeons. His arms rust with neglect. His name is Jean, and he is not human. Not entirely. There was a time when he was human. He lived a carefree life. He had a fiancé who loved him, a job that paid decently and had endless possibilities for his future, and a nice, clean, big apartment. At age 23, however, he developed terminal cancer that spread throughout his entire body. He had a matter of weeks to live and no amount of chemo would heal him. That was when he heard of an