Rejected for Her Curves, Claimed by the Blood Alpha
We weren't falling; we were being Uploaded.
The sensation was like being shredded by a million diamond needles. I felt my memories being categorized, my emotions being assigned a numerical value, and my "Rejection" being labeled as a System Error.
We hit a floor of solid, white glass.
This was the Archive of the Moon. It was a vertical library that seemed to stretch into infinity, filled with millions of translucent, glowing orbs. Each orb contained a "Backup" of a life, a pack, or a timeline. The air was sterile, smelling of ozone and the dry, ancient cold of the Ninth Cycle.
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