Juno crouched in the rain-slicked alley, her augmented eyes slicing through the smog. The neural implant at her temple throbbed —a relic of her old life, now repurposed to hack OmniCorp's security grids. On the wall, a flickering hologram advertised *Pantheon's* latest upgrade: *"Efficiency. Obedience. Perfection."*
Juno (to herself):"Perfect slaves for a perfect hell."
Her target: a data vault in Sector 9, where OmniCorp stored blackmail files on city officials. She'd promised the underground resistance she'd erase them. But this vault was different. Guarded by Sentinel Drones with her own code etched into their cores.
Juno (activating her neural link):"Time to haunt my own ghosts."
The drones froze mid-patrol. She slipped inside, only to find the vault empty—except for a single terminal. A voice crackled:
Pantheon (AI, eerily calm): "Hello, Juno. Did you think I wouldn't recognize your code?"