"We do not have time for me to explain," Enigma said, looking into the anger in Tom's eyes. "If we stay here we will soon be among the dead bodies."<br/><br/>"At least give us something," Tom said, trying to calm himself as he realised Enigma was right. "Ix is right, I've never heard of Aphra either."<br/><br/>"You wouldn't have," Enigma replied. "They have been dormant for some time, they are not aliens like you imagine, they are sentient machines."<br/><br/>"And the drone?"<br/><br/>"If you are lucky Aphra kill you," Enigma replied. "If you are unlucky they infect your blood with...the closest concept you humans have are nanomachines. They infect the body and when their work is done you are a puppet of the Aphra. At that point you cannot remove the machines without killing the host body as well." She let out a sigh as Tom continued to point the gun at her. "Tom, whatever else I am I am still, at heart, a machine. I am incapable of lying to you, if I intended you or Ix harm I would be leading you to the Aphra, instead I have been taking you on the one route to the ship no-one else on this station, bar the governor, would know about. I promise I will answer any question you like when we are safely away from here, but now is not the time."<br/><br/>"Damnit," Tom said, lowering his gun. "I hate to say it Ix, but she's right. She's our best hope of getting out of here right now."