The offer was brazen and predictable. It also happened to mesh with her plans. Fate truly must guide her steps, given it had her run into the impure ones, those who chose to pollute themselves with sentient metal, corrupting their biology.
For some reason, after her encounter with the repulsive cog, she'd pictured the Siyborgh as monsters. Raving lunatics with crazy mechanical parts that would prove irrational and in need of decommissioning.
Instead she ran into a pair of males who managed to intrigue her more than any other man she'd met before them. And they didn't look anything like monsters.
But she shouldn't forget the taint in them. Totally unsuitable, yet that didn't mean she couldn't use them.
"What makes you think I can guide you to one of your ancient temples?" And what exact
