Poisoned Wine Club

(Laced with bitcoin volatility curves in Scarlett's pregnancy vitamins)

The Manhattan Penthouse Sky Garden floats with the sweet fishy smell of hallucinogens and pregnancy creams, and the hem of Scarlett's Valentino haute couture maternity dress is spread out into a bio-blockchain that tracks fetal brainwaves in real time. It's Wall Street's premier baby-gender-reveal party, with quantum computers embedded in the base of champagne towers that are compiling amniotic fluid test results into instructions for shorting Ethan Pharmaceuticals.

"Here's your folic acid, darling." Violette hands over the Tiffany blue pill box, the nano-coating of a fingernail cap manifesting itself in ultraviolet light-each vitamin is emblazoned with a K chart of Bitcoin's most recent 30-day period.The Van Cleef & Arpels collar at Scarlett's carotid artery suddenly heats up, an alarm that the fetus is overloaded with mood swings but just in time to mask the pill's ability to release a frequency of bioelectric signals.

The party's master of ceremonies rings a bell made of old gold bricks from the Federal Reserve, and a swarm of drones skims the sky with Hermes scarves in their mouths. The room gasped as the scarves unfolded into giant ultrasound images-the fetal spine flashed the same fault codes as the Dow Jones, and the uterine walls were watermarked with unpublished financial models of Violette's father.

"It's a girl!" Ethan's cheers are converted into sell orders by the smart suit, and the pharma company's stock price falls 5% in response.Scarlett suddenly convulses, amniotic fluid ruptures to soak through Mauro Brannick's maternity shoes, and the miniature test tubes hidden in the heels tumble off-the cryptocurrency keys synthesized from Violette's mother's ashes.

Violette takes the opportunity to blend in with the obstetrics medical team, Gucci nurse's uniform waistband studded with Darknet surgical instruments." The fetus needs an emergency quantum C-section." She projects a fake medical AI diagnosis onto the roof of the emergency vehicle, "According to the Wall Street Journal's Parenting section algorithm, the optimal time of birth would be 17 seconds before the NASDAQ close."

Scarlett's screams resonate with the roar of a Bitcoin mining machine as the shadowless lights come on in the operating room, and the moment Violette dons her Louboutin red-bottomed surgical gloves and probes her fingertips into the uterus, the barcode of the fetus's ankle is suddenly projected as a holographic image-the very same evidence of the murder that Ethan had destroyed two decades earlier. The newborn's first cry is transformed into an audio code that instantly unlocks five anonymous Swiss bank accounts.

"Surprise?" Violette channels the umbilical cord blood into the Tesla coil as all the Wall Street displays play up a 4K image of Ethan tampering with the morphine pump, "Your daughter's first cry is worth three billion dollars in dirty money." Scarlett struggles to rip off the heart monitor electrodes, those fluctuating curves turn out to be a map of Ethan's money laundering path with the Russian mob.

Suddenly the alarm goes off, and Lucas's brain-computer interface hacks through the hospital's firewall. The newborn nursery automatically pops open, and the AI nurse's robotic arm holds a quantum chip engraved with a Moody's rating: "Implant this device to hedge the baby's credit risk in real time." Violette snatches the chip and swallows it, and stomach acid-activated nanobots begin rewriting her DNA sequence.

"You'll never win!" Scarlett vomited blood with blockchain coding, "Her eggs were edited before they were fertilized..." Before the words leave her mouth, the entire hospital begins to tilt and Ethan initiates the building's self-destruct sequence. violette crashes through the tempered glass with her baby girl in her arms, and the parachute, made of tens of thousands of shorting contracts sewn together, floats towards the ongoing Darknet auction in Central Park.

The night sky suddenly explodes with blood-colored fireworks, forming the Federal Reserve's latest interest rate resolution. The baby girl's pupils reflect the stream of encrypted information, and Violette finally reads the ultimate formula of her father's posthumous manuscript - a quantum computer grown from human embryonic stem cells that just happens to be able to decrypt Ethan's apocalyptic financial weapon.

As the Secret Service surrounds the park, she hands the baby to Maria, who is disguised as a homeless man: "The education fund is in the Bank of Zurich, and the password is the anniversary of her grandfather's death multiplied by Ethan's heart rate." The moment she turned to meet the searchlight, the Moody code under her collarbone began to burn-the first time she'd felt real fetal movement in twenty years.