“Then what?”
“It will be their choice to stay or go,” Vyken said.
“But three hundred?”
“We’ll take them all,” Vyken said. “They are alive, and they are going to have a chance to live.”
“Who is going to control them?” Jacob asked.
“I am ranking officer of this unit,” Vyken said. “They will be under my command.”
Jacob eyed the cyborg. He didn’t like the thought of turning three hundred cyborgs loose. The planet had already been ravaged to the brink. Cyborgs were the most dangerous beings on the earth. Vyken could almost read Jacob’s thoughts by the look on his face.
Vyken had spent the better part of a century working with humans, and he had learned to read them. Jacob Black seemed to be a bit of a purist. Many in the beginning thought cyborgs were the property of the entity that created them. Vyken himself had been treated as such in the beginning. Some humans even considered them machines.
There were also many humans who knew their treatment was wrong. They petitioned the Federation Council to reclassify the cyborgs as sentient humanoids because they were bred from human embryos.
“Even though we are bred to be warriors we have protocols for law enforcement and peacetime behaviors,” Vyken said calmly. “I’ve had decades of experience supervising newly activated cyborgs. My brothers and I will take care of them.”
