Tatehan blinked at the information, processing it quickly. A lot had happened to him since reincarnating on Mars— a damn lot, actually. And this was the most shocking thing he'd learned since arriving on this planet.
And that was saying something, considering he'd witnessed far more shocking things. Like discovering there was real civilization on Mars and not the wastelands he was accustomed to.
So she really was a cyborg, a fusion of human and machine. That explained the circuitry, the unnatural perfection of certain features, the way her body seemed almost too precisely constructed.
Has she been constructed?
Her being constructed couldn't be it. The readout said she was seventy percent human and only thirty percent machine. So it was definitely impossible that she'd been built.
If that were the case, it would mean massive amounts of flesh had been added to a robotic body to make it look like this.
It just didn't make sense. That would be like narrating a myth.
