Я изначально думал, что его реально называли Son, что созвучно с Zion, а женщина просто не расслышала толком.

Жаль только вся игра (как со звучанием, так и со смыслами) Zion/Sion-Scion при переводе потерялась.

In the doing, purely by accident, it lowered itself to eye level with a female on a balcony.

The female was startled, afraid, unable to even breathe. It could look inside the female and see the emotions as an increased heart rate, hormones and adrenaline churning through her system.

It almost blurted out the words. “Kto vy?“

The entity understood the Russian words as it understood all languages, through the knowledge it had scanned for and codified, prior to arriving.

It remembered the instructions Kevin Norton had provided. To be polite, to be considerate.

Speaking, nonetheless, was an unfamiliar concept.

How to answer? The entity did not know what it was. It had no role but the one ascribed to it by Kevin Norton.

In thinking of the man, the entity thought of a thing the man had said. A word in the midst of a story about ill-behaved spawn.

As it did most words, the entity had searched its memory for details on the concept.

Zion.

A promised land.

A utopia. A harmonious kingdom.

...

“Zion,” it spoke.