CHAPTER 15Djinn
That Woman stupidly believed that Converged Beings were the endgame. She thought she’d satisfied her own God by having a hand in creating them. Djinn and Mad had laughed about it, once upon a time. Djinn sniffed (well, he pretended). As if any deity worth the name would be satisfied with only a Converged Being. Djinn’s Creator would get the Converged Trans-human Being, someday, and with very little help from That Woman. Her role was over. She’d been in the right place at the right time and had the right susceptibilities; a tool whose useful life was over.
A tool who’d trapped him in This Damn Box.
“Master Djinn, what’s all this text?”
Ah, yes. The only sticky part of his plan. He was counting on That Woman’s befuddled ways to keep her from being overly curious. Or cauti
