One of the show-offs was Jeff Murdock, he came into our platoon in Nigeria halfway through my tour there, so I didn't know him that well, but, man, he took to zero gee like a dolphin takes to water.  He was doing flips that would have made me dizzy, and he could push off a wall and float across the compartment to wherever he wanted to go, swimming through the air. He hung from a bunk upside down, using his feet to hold himself in place, with a huge grin. "Man, this is great! I can't wait to get some of that Kristang biotech. I'll be a super soldier, man!"

The rest of us weren't so enthused about watching him fly around like a giant squirrel.

"Murdock, you don't need advanced alien technology to be a soldier, you need a freakin' miracle." Garcia laughed.

"Yeah, man, what you need is a brain, and you better talk to the Wizard of Oz about that." Was Thomson's comment.

"Hey, fuck you guys!" Murdock shot back, and flew across the compartment, spun and landed gracefully on the opposite wall, he didn't even bounce. "You'll see."