You know, funny things happen to us when we least expect em.
I got this awesome opportunity, and I do mean awesome. Everyone knows what a Cynthia Sax fan I am. Well,last week, I received this mysterious email (mysterious music). Anyway, it read;
We were told by a being of the highest authority that you might be willing to share our story with the beings of Earth, in hopes of garnering support for our cause there. You, it appears, know of our situation from the one we call the Writer Female. We cannot confirm the existence of this being, except that she sometimes shares intelligence with us of great value. She recently proposed construction of something called a “death star”. We are looking into it.
This transmission is too large for your primitive Earth technology, so we have converted to this thing you call Email. Attached you will find a location and time. If you agree to tell the beings of your world of us, we will have a cyborg meet you there. I mean TWO cyborgs.
They are basically harmless. Ace and Thrasher have recently discovered their female, and it will do them good to have some distraction. Perhaps they can do something useful in the meantime. End transmission.
Okay, who turns down a chance like that? I mean, who in their right mind? So, I went. The cyborgs showed me to their ship. They argued for quite some time, about everything, in the most adorable way. I intend to ask Cynthia if they have a cousin. Do cyborgs have cousins?
Here is the interview:
Jolie: So, Ace and Thrasher, you have known each other a long time?
Thrasher: I’ve always known ass.
Ace: (grits teeth) My name is Ace.
Thrasher: (ignores him) We were manufactured in the same batch, trained at the same Humanoid Alliance compound, have been together our entire lifespans.
Jolie: That is a long time. I understand you’ve found your female, a rebel commander. And, this, Commander… She’s different from other beings?
Ace: (lifts his chin proudly) She’s the strongest of human females. The silver in her hair and lines on her face are testaments to her experience and skill.
Thrasher: And add to her tremendous beauty. (his blue eyes soften) She has lush curves. Her heart is as soft as her form, although she tries to hide that part of her.
Ace: She can’t hide it from us. (his smile contains smug satisfaction) Other warriors respect our female, obeying her commands without question, without hesitation.
Thrasher: This glorious female is ours. (beams) She belongs to both of us. She doesn’t know that yet but she does.
Jolie: She sounds perfect.
Thrasher: (nods) She is.
Ace: She won’t process us that way. We’re not perfect. (exchanges a glance with Thrasher) And our Commander seeks vengeance against all cyborgs. They killed her beloved daughter.
Jolie: She believes cyborgs killed her daughter?
Ace: They did kill her daughter. That fact can’t be disputed.
Jolie: Yet she likes you?
Ace: She likes us at this moment. (looks glum)
Thrasher: She doesn’t yet know we’re cyborgs. She might jettison us into space when she finds that out.
Ace: That probability is high.
Jolie: Why her then? What prompts two alpha cyborgs to choose the same woman?
Ace: (perks up) We would never dare to choose such a beautiful being. Our female was chosen for us. She’s genetically compatible with both of us.
Thrasher: And we’re genetically compatible with each other.
Ace: (narrows his eyes at Thrasher) We discussed this, genius. You’re not to tell other beings we’re defective in that way.
Thrasher: This is Jolie, friend to the writer female. (smiles at Jolie) She can be trusted.
Ace: (grumbles) You think everyone can be trusted.
Jolie: If it can be told, Ace, what’s kept you and Thrasher from killing each other over the cycles?
Thrasher: (laughs) My kill rate exceeds his.
Ace: (his tone is dry) My kill rate was higher than yours before our last mission. That mission was search and recovery. We weren’t authorized to kill during it.
Thrasher: We’re cyborgs. No authorization is necessary. If the enemy shoots at us, we kill them. That’s what we were manufactured to do.
Jolie: What does happily ever after look like for you three?
Thrasher: And breeding. (He pauses) Proving ourselves worthy of our female.
Ace: If that is possible. (looks bleak) We are defective.
Thrasher: You said we weren’t to tell others that. (bumps his shoulder against Ace’s)
Ace: (bumps back) You said Jolie could be trusted.
(Both of them look at Jolie, their eyes shining with expectation.)
Jolie: Guys, I’m certainly no expert on this, but we don’t pick who we’re genetically compatible with, trust me. Seems to me, most people are lucky to find one person…er…being they gel with. You each have two. That doesn’t sound defective to me at all, and I can’t wait to meet your commander, boys.
Cynthia Sax: I don’t yet have a blurb or buy links for Hers To Command. I DO have a cover. This is the official cover reveal for it. This cyborg story will be releasing in February 2017. If you want to be notified when it releases and to receive my monthly newsletter, filled with dirty jokes and updates on favorite characters, sign up here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2014/05/28/newsletter/
Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals–kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal–survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
Releasing Rage is Book 1 in the Cyborg Sizzle series and is a STANDALONE story
About Cynthia Sax
Some girls dreamed of knights in shining armor. Cynthia Sax dreamed of dragons, magnificent flying dragons. Being a bloodthirsty little thing, Cynthia usually dreamed of these dragons eating the damsels in distress. Now, she dreams of them doing… ahhh… more pleasurable things. Cynthia is happily married. Although her hubby has not yet shown any shapeshifting abilities, he does buy her medieval princess costumes to wear around the house. Cynthia’s rather traditional mother-in-law now always calls before visiting.