"The Hiveminds were generous enough to share lots of secrets with us."
Mark continued, his evil grin never wavering. "They explained how they came into existence. Did you think they were always machines? No. They were once a normal race, made of flesh, a primitive race of beasts and insects that lived in the dark corners of the universe."
John stood still, his sword held low. Learning from his past experiences with this freak, he knew it was wise to let the program talk. Mark was a narcissist of the highest order; he loved the sound of his own brilliance.
Back at the prison, Mark's need to gloat had led him to slip up, revealing the admin passcode that had literally saved John's life and set him on this path of ascension.
John listened with full attention, not missing a single detail, while his peripheral vision constantly checked the map. He needed to be sure no external surprises were closing in while Mark blabbered.
