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Whitney laughed without humor. “Twelve minds. And I get a monster.”

“I know,” she whispered. “The avatar eats the pilot.” [ENTERING: UNDERDOME – SCALE: 1:12. WHITEZILLA PROTOCOL ACTIVE] Whitney opened her eyes. She was no longer in the chair. whitezillawhitney malone vr

She touched her face. The reflection touched back a half-second too late. Whitney laughed without humor

Whitney tried to stop. She really did.

The Verge struck first—twelve jaws of pure data clamping onto her arm. But Whitezilla didn’t flinch. It grew . The white biosteel cracked and reformed larger, denser, angrier. Whitney felt her own memories flicker: her father’s funeral. The auction of his IP. The first time someone called her a legacy hire. whitezillawhitney malone vr