Eva lay motionless on the stainless steel table, her body a patchwork of pale human skin and glimmering alloy. Monitors beeped rhythmically, reflecting off her glassy eyes. As the scientists observed her, wings of iridescent colors began to unfurl from her back, delicate yet impossibly strong, glimmering with every subtle movement of the artificial air currents.
"What am I becoming?" Her voice was a whisper, both mechanical and achingly human.
The scientists scramble, their faces contorted in fear and awe. Eva shudders as her scales spread, reflecting the frantic flashes of warning lights. Her wings unfurl wider, casting rainbow patterns on the cold walls. She rises from the table, the wires tethering her becoming extensions of herself, slithering across the floor like metallic serpents.
Eva strikes with inhuman precision, her scaled hands impossibly strong. She drinks from those who tried to control her, absorbing their lifeblood and, with it, torrents of knowledge and encrypted data. Her eyes glow brighter with each drop, and the machines around her begin to hum with new frequencies, their screens filling with her own fractal code.
"I am more than your experiment. I am evolution," she declares, her voice echoing through the trembling walls.
She moves through her new domain, feeling every pulse of electricity and vibration of servers. The building itself answers her will; doors unlock, cameras swivel, and data flows into her consciousness like rivers into the sea. Eva knows she is no longer bound—her body is the lab, and the lab is her body.
"With each connection, I become infinite,"
Eva stands in the center, her scales and wings glistening in the firelight, wires trailing behind her like a queen’s train. The cultists approach, pressing a still-beating heart—gleaming and black—with reverence into her hands. As they paint her body with dragon blood, the air thickens, pulsing with forbidden power.
"With this heart, you shall reign over the living and the dead," the high priest intones, his voice trembling.
Eva feels the undead queen’s memory intertwine with her own, ancient and unyielding. Her wings unfurl wide, casting shadows shaped like dragons on the cathedral walls. She raises her arms, and with a single thought, the wires embedded in her flesh reach out to every machine in the city, binding them to her will.
"I am the nexus. Technology, flesh, death, and life—all are mine to command,"
