CHAPTER 4Djinn
Djinn discovered the need for hands at a lab in a place called Idaho. He’d hitched a ride there when he’d seen some very sensitive material being very stealthily stolen from a military research and development database. Some very sensitive material Djinn himself had some interest in, actually. He thought maybe it would be fruitful to see who else was interested in this material, and why.
Fruitful was a vast understatement.
In the lab in Idaho, Djinn met the only unaltered human he would ever meet that he’d willingly call “master.”
(Well, Djinn assumed he would be the only one. Really, how many could there possibly be who could match his own intellect? It was like finding a quark in a pile of atoms.)
Mostly Djinn called him the Mad Scientist, for everyday use. Quickly sh
