In the hallway outside the room where Zeph just used questionable means to get answers out of someone who technically did not exist according to most legal statutes as there was no record of it in any database that even had a shred of a connection to the current version of the neuro net, Sonya's tail was twitching in a nervous response to some of what could be implied from what was and was not said.
"Master, erm, Zeph, not to state the obvious, but um isn't everyone who is or was mostly human, and even the last few generations of Nephilim genetically recorded at birth including your own daughters, not to mention chipping laws. How is he someone who exists but doesn't? Even the very very few actual Nephilim I have interacted with at least had their genetic profile on record in a family-owned archive that NE has limited access to."
