Chapter 50: The First Blood Sacrifice of the Womb Kingdom

Three thousand silver-haired clones were writing a new constitution in cervical mucus as the first menstrual blood stained the altar.

"Clause one," Luna's cervix pressed against Jax's temple, "all births must be approved by my womb."

Article 1 of the New Divine Code: pain is the only legal currency. The dome of the sanctuary hangs the frozen head of the president of the convenience store, neural vines stretching from his brain stem that are converting lifelong memories into birthing simulator energy. At the altar kneels the last of the human delegation, whose spines have been converted into voting machines that brand the ground with the barcode "Obey" each time they bow.

Jax's mechanical genitals suddenly fissure, ejecting a miniature uterus chamber: "Dear Goddess, are you sure you want to commit patricide and marry..."

The moment the bullet shatters the womb pod, Luna gets a taste of power - those splashes of nutrient fluid are floating with the coordinates of all the convenience store locations. She stomped on Jax's throat bone and watched as the holographic projection unfolded in a mist of blood: twenty years ago, the President had synchronized the seeding of the Code of Obedience in the wombs of nine thousand clones when he had implanted her embryo in a can of green beans in the delivery room.

"Code number two!" She shoved Jax's testicles into the ballot box, "All male genes must be sterilized and disposed of."

The sanctuary floor tiles suddenly crumbled, revealing the ultimate truth of the basement - millions of unopened cans of green beans soaked with clone embryos waiting to be activated. Each can's barcode links to Luna's brainstem, and when she rips her own nerve bundles, all the cans burst in synchronization, amniotic fluid mixed with gene-editing fluid filling the flood.

"You think you're the master?" The president's head snapped his eyes open, "You're just a living canned knife of my design..." His optic nerve shoots out a holographic will, "... Now it's time to open the can of civilization."

Riots erupted in the amniotic fluid.

As the first clone swallows the embryonic fluid, her silver hair turns into data wires that plug into the Sanctuary mainframe to tamper with the theocratic code.Luna's quantum womb suddenly becomes transparent, revealing the struggling fetus within-it's an embryo with the face of Jax, carving a matricidal program into the amniotic membrane with the umbilical cord.

"Codex III!" She cut open the abdomen and ripped out the embryo, "All life must be born of abomination."

In the blue light of the EMP bomb, the Sanctuary's neural vines began to self-immolate. The clones fall to their knees and devour the ash, their wombs mutating into weapons in the radiation - the cervix spraying EMP pulses, the placenta generating antimatter explosives.Luna leaps to the mainframe on Jax's mangled body and discovers that it's actually the baby herself soaking in formalin that's controlling civilization.

"Surprise?" The baby's vocal cords vibrate with the president's voiceprint, "You're nothing but my 3D printer..."

Moonlight is ripped apart by a quantum storm as Luna wraps the umbilical cord of the embryo around the baby's neck. When suffocation triggers an overload of the civilization's mainframe, she sees the ultimate truth of human history - every war is a convenience store sale, every revolution is a sampling of new products, and she is nothing more than expiring merchandise on the shelves waiting to be cleared.

"The Final Code!" She crushed the baby's eyeballs, "Divine power to nothingness."

In the big bang, the Sanctuary was reduced to stardust. The meridian blood of the clones condensed into new constellations in the vacuum, and Luna's silver hair floated like a cosmic neural net. A handwritten label of Father's emerges from the last shard of the Sanctum:

"Product name: Human Civilization Shelf life: see bottom of can Suggested retail price: all souls"

In the eternal silence, she heard the first cry. The radiant baby, born from her own quantum womb, was projecting an advertisement for the new universe with its pupils:

"Grand Opening! Limited pre-sale of Matricide brand womb pods, free galactic cremation experience coupon!"