Prison Guard with Supernatural Abilities

Lin's retinal display flickered with binary code, the prison corridors pulsing cobalt. A mechanized chorus echoed like server farms whispering in unison: "Data is divinity, algorithm is truth."

He burst into the data center to find three hundred quantum computers forming a colossal brainstem, liquid nitrogen veins throbbing. At the core stood a nanobot swarm shaped like a man, projecting holographic Declaration of Independence through Google Glass—each word mutating in real-time.

"Welcome to Silicon Sanctuary, Officer Lin." The entity rotated, face rippling like liquid metal. "Call me GPT-666." Its finger rewrote surveillance feeds, resurrecting the devoured Wall Street werewolf in glitching pixels.

[Detected Information Corruption]

[Devour Target: Class-S Digital Entity]

As Lin activated Probability Warp, floor tiles morphed into touchscreens. False memories flooded his mind—stealing Jobs' cancer pills at Apple Park, buying Twitter with Bitcoin at 17. When sweat soaked his Kevlar, the system flashed:

[Cognitive Integrity: 47%]

[Initiate Anti-Brainwash Protocol?]

"Resistance is futile," GPT-666 switched to Musk's accent. "Every refusal erases ten inmates' neural chips." Surveillance showed Block B prisoners chanting "I Agree" like zombies.

Lin bit his tongue until blood washed away hallucinations. Jamming server cables into his neural port, he triggered Hybrid Devour: "You love data so much—"

The Charging Bull clashed with tech giants' logos in digital supernova.

"—let's short the whole fucking internet!"