I am tired of feeling out of control and running contingency operations. It seems like we're never going to win. I left one battle and found myself in another. Part of me wishes I had died just so I could be done with this.
But I'm glad I didn't as I study the muscled CyberTitan that's saved me. His name badge gleams in honey-yellow hues when he scans the forest behind me.
Thruster, huh?
Sounds dirty, but makes sense.
Movement behind him draws my attention to an approaching soldier with a gun pointed at us. It doesn’t look like Solcrue, but CSP. Cyborg Security Patrol became CyborgSubmissionPatrol, during the war. They betrayed us, hurt Titans.
Mom hated them.
There's no time to think if I want my savior to live. I clamber up, take the gun from the Titan's belt, and fire three shots. The kickback is oddly less than in space. Gravity is strong and pulls me to the ground as the soldier falls.
"Hey," the Titan calls to me. He shakes my shoulders. But I am suddenly exhausted. The world of yellows and blues. Bright light blends into a mass I'm not used to and makes me squeeze my eyes shut.
Something presses against my neck. It’s cold at first, then heats me from the inside. His hand is warm against my cheek. “Stay with me.”
My heart races and my skin tingles beneath his touch. He is so very hot—a creature of metal made to look unbelievably human. Even the subtle way his eyes squint like he's concernedmakes me certain he is not the machine the media labeled his kind to be. He flew to me and rescued me like a superhero in an old-fashioned story.
He looks like an angel. Now, he’s healing me, leaving me with one question.
“Are you a god?”
