A long wintered night in the Contested Zone.
Her biological membrane shivered as she multiplied through a possee of Virtual Activists, protesting the latest scam by some Euro Data Deviants.
She was late.
She was always late.
If she survived to be a Cortex Crone she'd still have trouble shifting from dormant to active modes.
She sensed some quivering data nearby and scanned a tribe of DNA sluts, her sisters in slime. A rapid alpha exchange and she was back on the look out for Circuit Boy, a fetishized replicant of the perfect HuMan HeMan, a dangerous technobimbo.
She self-replicated towards the banks of the Heavy Medal Boys - the Mbs. Minders of her arch enemy, Big Daddy Mainframe.
Her aim: to corrupt Big Daddy's data.
His mainframe.
His Hard On.
Oh, suck me off.
Get rendered.
Get real.
Get fucked.