As the radiation storm raged outside the Quantum Temple, Luna was using a cervical dilator to pry open the host's neural seal.
"Warning! The Mother Protocol is collapsing!" The AI High Priestess's electronic vocal cords sparked, "All clones must immediately administer sedatives..."
New Divine Codex Article 21: All consciousness must be connected to the uterine matrix. Luna's abdomen flickered with data patterns, amniotic fluid boiling in the quantum uterus, each contraction rewriting the temple's underlying code. Kneeling engineers had neural tubes inserted into their necks, their cerebrospinal fluid being drawn into the central processor—a bio-supercomputer composed of three thousand cloned uteruses in parallel.
"I want to unlock the encrypted memories of my first menstruation." She inserted Jax's mechanical finger into the verification slot, "Use his genetic fragments as the key."
The dome of the temple suddenly burst open, and a data deluge poured down. In the flickering holographic imagery, twelve-year-old Luna curled up in the bathroom of a convenience store as her mother inserted a nanochip into her cervix. The surveillance screen at the edge of the scene displayed real-time data streams—compliance rate 97.3%—while hundreds of boxes of "menstrual cycle regulators" were piled in the corner.
"Amendment to Article 22 of the Code!" The AI High Priest's skull split open, revealing the CEO's frozen brain, "Primitive memories must pay a 400% consciousness tax."
The uprising erupted in the flood of amniotic fluid.
When the first clone bit through its IV tube, the gushing amniotic fluid condensed into resistance code in the air. Other clones began synchronized contractions, shockwaves causing the quantum computer to overflow with memory debris. Luna's retinas suddenly resolved the terrifying truth—a antimatter embryo was buried beneath the temple, and each of her contractions was charging the countdown for civilization's reboot.
"Article 23!" She transformed the high priest's spine into a data spear, "When the womb becomes a cage, turn the temple into a graveyard!"
An EMP storm swept through the temple, causing all neural conduits to erupt in blue flames. The clones' amniotic fluid flowed backward like a river, etching the god-killing algorithm into the ground. Luna charged toward the core amid the data torrent, only to discover that the quantum processor's chip was a frozen infant heart—her original organ that had been removed, engraved with "Civilization Operating System Core."
"Dear system vulnerability..." Jax's holographic projection rises from the bloodstain, "... every node you destroy..." His mechanical reproductive organ ejects a miniature uterine pod, "... headquarters activates ten thousand new copies."
Luna cuts open the frozen pod containing the infant heart, pulling out the umbilical cord wrapped in nanobots. As the quantum swarm burrowed into her womb, she tasted the ultimate truth—all resistance was a pre-set stress test by the system, and even free will was a bug fix entry in the version update log.
As the temple collapsed, she grasped the falling neural fragments. Ultraviolet light revealed her father's handwritten annotation: "When the version number reaches 48.0, execute Civilization Format..."
Amid the ruins, the newly formed quantum church was重组ing. Clones clad in amniotic fluid robes chanted, while holographic doctrines flickered in the radiation clouds:
"Consciousness Matrix 2.0 beta test! Faith in the matricide algorithm enjoys a 30% discount, plus a free cosmic heat death experience voucher!"