"A Siyborgh with gears has no need of a chip or control board because your brain is your computer." - The Mighty Mecha Bible
Wulff chuckled. "Are your house bots revolting?"
"You laugh, but I'm serious. Everything capable of receiving a transmission has gone haywire. I was attacked by a dusting bot." Lowqi raised a hand to a bleeding cut on his temple.
"Maybe it just didn't like you. I can understand the feeling." Having not come, the frustration and arousal made for a cranky Siyborgh.
"Why is the power out?" Ursy asked, having hidden her lithe frame in the robe. She went around the room collecting her clothing, dragging her goggles over her head to dangle around her neck, finding her shirt, and sliding the robe off -
"Cog dammit, Ursy," he growled, stepping into Lowqi's line of si
