"Are you insane?" Adrian snapped. He knew he sounded rude, but he ignored Michael's growl and pressed on. "How can you even think of something like this?"
He stood on the dock, staring at the golems Forgelet had prepared.
They were massive—seven feet tall, shaped like men, each with two mechanical arms tipped for drilling. Their bodies were forged from some unknown metal, but Adrian could tell it was nearly indestructible.
Ten of them stood before him, built to hunt down the nanobytes before they could wreak havoc on the world.
At first glance, they looked like durable machines meant for heavy labor.
But that illusion vanished the moment someone opened the hatch on their heads—inside sat a living, working brain.
Forgelet grinned. "Don't flatter me too much."
"..." Adrian fell silent. What part of his words had sounded like praise?
Forgelet's smile faded. "Relax. These brains were taken from criminals. No guilt attached."
