Aramus felt the little human press herself against his back. At least she had the common sense to seek shelter from the visibly pissed unit before him. "You're frightening her." And for some reason, he didn't like it.
"So what? She should be frightened. She should tremble and beg my forgiveness."
"Why? Did she harm you personally?" he asked.
"Not yet, but who the f**k knows what weapons she might hide? Or what codes she has stored in her head, waiting to be unleashed to turn us into her little f*****g puppets?"
Shit, is this how I sound? Paranoid and irrational? Aramus might own arrogance in spades, but even he could hear echoes of himself in the hate-filled speech of the cyborg bristling before him. It was like looking in a mirror, if the mirror reflected attitude. On the one hand, it
