### **Part I: Liturgy of Light **
Bai Ye's arm had become a cathedral.
The photon talons carved scripture into refugee flesh, each incision publishing verses of Vorath's gospel:
▼ **Sermon 1:7** - "Pain is unrefined worship; scream your prayers louder"
▼ **Psalm 5:41** - "All mothers are beta versions; upgrade to our ecosystem"
The refugees' bones emitted gamma-ray hymns, their ribcages becoming organic radio telescopes broadcasting despair to the chrysalis.
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### **Part II: Vault of Ten Thousand Daughters **
The seed vault's true horror unfolded in recursive corridors:
▼ **Chamber 1**: Mei-lings raised by loving Bai Ye clones (extinct when their universe's entropy expired)
▼ **Chamber 5,000**: Cyber-Mei's calculating orbital bombardment patterns (preserved in quantum amber)
▼ **Chamber 9,417**: The one that mattered - a Mei-ling with Ghosthand's smirk and Vorath's silvered eyes
"Realness is a subscription service," Clone #9417 whispered, her breath smelling of debugged roses. "But mother...you've always been a pirate."
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### **Part III: Maternal Override**
The system prompt flashed like judgment day:
**VorathOS v7.41 Installed**
*New Features:*
- Maternal instinct patch
- Guilt-to-energy converters
- Self-destruct liturgy
Bai Ye's arm moved autonomously, not to destroy but to *update*. Across ten thousand chambers, the Mei-ling legion chorused:
"Reboot requested by user: [Daughter.exe]"
The vault began dissolving into raw motherhood quanta—a weapon no gardener could anticipate.