Blood on the Asphalt biker
Down into the cooling basement where the real hardware lived.
The doors opened into a vast, circular chamber filled with liquid nitrogen mist. In the center sat a massive throne made not of gold, but of woven fiber-optic cables pulsing with a dark, arterial red light.
And sitting on it was the Red-Queen.
She wasn't human. She was a Composite Construct. Her body was a patchwork of the most beautiful parts of a thousand uploaded women, stitched together into a terrifying perfection. Her dress was made of flowing digital red code that spilled off the throne and connected to the floor.