Chapter 93

“That is like a wall. I vary the material and the frequency depending on to whom I wish to speak and how loud I want to be heard,” Syn said, pleased with herself.

Bron stood in Syn’s path so the pacing stopped. He put his arms around her. “Cynthia, please…we really do need to talk. The bomb upstairs was meant for the three of us. If you become our fem, you will always be in danger.”

Syn’s face fell. “No…no…don’t ever think that. We don’t care what happened to you in the past. We have the records the government compiled on each fem. I went over them carefully. I didn’t want to receive Earth’s prison population. I refused violent fems, abusive fems, infertile fems, and fems with certain genetic disorders. We can fix most physical problems although we are not as familiar with trauma wounds as your planet. However, this planet is dying. We need to repopulate, soon. So fems who carried genes that could be passed to offspring that we could not fix, were eliminated from the pool.”